I Walked Wastelands Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I walked wastelands of lonesome days
Where old summer flowers were buried to earth
Through the bitter ranges I walked the ways
And found my footsteps in the waging worth
In the areas of gouging through the cold snow
Whose deadly kiss is chained to tangled crystal
Of inclement tears of frozen lost glow
That came in shivers with last days of fall

Poisonous soil of the deadly kiss frost
Like spread out skin of snowy lustrous white
Realms of blank sorrows crumbling the bygone
In blacks of atoms I felt summers lost
Where eve colors to grayness are contrite
And come into view - in autumn near done