Days In Their Going Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Dreams to evening in
Sunset onward glowing
In its enduring spin

Love in gentle while
Summer is calling out
In its growing swart style
And the spackling’s about

Night lullabies
Flow infinity on
Red obscurity skies
After evening sun

Eve in its peace
Memories of flowers
Blue moon in high to please
In darkness sleepy hours

All is for dream
Giving of and waking
Not at all what it seem
In shadows dance making

Night lullabies
Here to come and then go
Like a bonfire that dies
In its flickering glow