A Winter Song...

A day goes on and on
into a darkness night,
for autumn is soon gone
and all its summer's bright.
Dreams of colors deep
flowers of beauty too,
nothing is forever to keep
that comes here through.

A night of winter new
in deep of trans and chill,
coldness of icily through
each and all instant to fill.
Dark are dreams of night
onto reflective of snow,
moments in frosty sight
profound flowers in glow.

Winter's now coming close
filling the light with dark,
freezing's its window rose
silvery white shine to spark.
Everything comes and leaves
times of awake and sleeps,
moments in instants it briefs
before oblivions it keeps.

by Peter S. Quinn

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