Golden Showering Glow Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Just a minute more golden showering glow
Before the evening comes once more in
Feelings of silences waving thus slow
From the inside of deep where it has been
Shadows in coming and bringing on night
Reaching with darkness four corners of sky
Clouds by their indistinct of ongoing flight
Step by step touching so slowly nearby

Clouds like flowers drifting in opening air
Thru their glisten weaving's of glowing gold
For night time of dreaming soon to be here
In flickering depiction nothing to hold
Tomorrow approaches as this day shall end
With new features in impending blend