Easy Days Are Coming Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Easy days are coming
One by one they show
In their hours of fathoming
Now in winter white snow

Like golden glow on the road
Every day is on falling
With leaves of autumn load
As new ways are calling

Pretty dresses on white
Every moment in this dark
Where gleam of misty light
From the moon shall spark

Rising day on a Sunday
Falling hours to my dream
That comes here in fainted way
And in unreality some seem

Wintry blow thru the mist
My song is still singing
With its complicated twist
That my thought is bringing

Who did care about my sorrow?
When the days wear abyss
Now they turn on to tomorrow
And I still have all this

Pretty dresses on white
Every moment in this dark
Where gleam of misty light
From the moon shall spark

And the stars are still falling
Thru the endless of time
As futures are out there calling
Like bells in breezy chime