A Winter Poem... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Now the night is covering everything gone
From autumn days of interminable and sad
As flowers of the freshness are all done
And every morning of rosary red we had


Beautiful between the roses of summer colors
Mornings of glowing torches and high
The wind of the winter now hollers
And times of dark rivers go on by

The life of old summer memories fill
Glowing in clusters of times lonely mood
Everything returns to this earth

Days like shadows of memories still
In its darkness all around interlude
For a year is growing old for a new birth