In Cold Mood (From Lullabies) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Oh time here comes my song in cold mood
To lift up thoughts that has now gone away
Be to trice inspirations and its food
For lure of days can never for long stay
Each step of feeling toward long black arm
Towering shadows from outside windows
The wintry ways and each its hazy charm
That from a reflect of its frosty glows

The withering blossoms of innocent
Now into the bleakness of grey are gone
With each its redolence and particle made
Pearl white bouquets of dark winter content
Twilights of tomorrow in its sleep drawn
In the many guise of gloom cloudy shade