Catch Me If You Can Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Catch me if you can,
Says the wind to the leaves;
You know who I am,
Autumn in the bereaves.

For winter comes along,
With frosty snowy river;
In a cold closeness song,
So the bare trees shiver.

Catch me if you can,
All my dreams are there;
You may understand,
When I am here and there.

But mostly I am sure,
You will look on to find;
Only what I will allure,
In what I've left behind.

Winter comes with cold,
And freshness to birth;
The world can't grow old,
If you'll find life's worth.

Understand coming tides,
And the river that's flowing;
For none from eyes hides,
That is here worth knowing.