Journey

The leaves are in now green
With breezy bud's tint
Twilight’s of days between
And fragrances of sweet mint

They are swaying to and fro
The branches of the trees
Tomorrow still early to know
What comes in the air ease?

The ballad of old blue road
Is filling the path in green
Where icily luminesce tiptoed
In moonlight reflect between

And day is becoming bright
With silvery petals yellow
From under the coldness night
That once played gelid cello

-Peter S. Quinn