Peter S. Quinn Poems

Dark October
with soft brown groves
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Silky purple dark
saffron crocus
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Winter river's here,
snowy and going nowhere
- the earth is austere.
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Beckoned darkness
along the gentle
cutting railroad
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Dawn comes slowly in,
from where the sunshine has been
- light on winter skin.
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Alteration threads
with a jagged edge
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Water's flowing fine,
into the hiemal sunshine
- from the high alpine.
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Piano music
with walking fingers
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Spring will come again,
from under the winter's reign
- tide's ageless refrain.
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Men and beasts
gather in Babylon
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