Hear Winter’s Spinning Wheels Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Hear winter's spinning wheels
As it breezes through the air
And yours last of light it steals
Turing point now to nowhere
Waking up into obscure dim
Love songs in the times done
Feeling quite the whimsy whim
In this lightless day - no sun

Blow blow breeze into this day
Of love in a place somewhere
Now is the sky of a sullen gray
Creatures of dark into the bare
Earth tinctures in twilight noon
Fragrances of the eternity blue
Gleaming though cloudy moon
Lost in its way to come through

Flowers of frost silver unfold
Giving me roses on windows
All of autumn’s look to the cold
Only the snowflakes that snows
Candle in a shrine soon beginning
Prayers from kneeling eyes
Christmas comes joyfully singing
Open its lights and high sky