It Really Never Was... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

the day is getting darker
painting shadows on the wall
broken wings of blue skies
going for a moment

everything's now in the evening
with longings in the deep
and wishes still not happening

the winter
glasses with frosty roses
and perfect days in somberness
in the white weather

every thought
is now alone
reaching to the mountains
faraway
in silences of time

every hour
is cold and getting colder
with drifting clouds
in northern skies
that can't hold back

how do I not be alone
when times are like these
how do I not feel the blues
when the clouds surrounds me
with few landings
into summer thoughts

every hour
is cold and getting colder
with drifting clouds
in northern skies
that can't hold back

the winter
comes soft and sweet
with clean glisten thoughts
and snowflakes that never stop pouring...
when it gets cold outside

the winter
oh the winter
how fresh it can get
how cold it can get

it really never was...
full of romantic
it just has these surprises
in the weather
that can't hold back
the clouds that surrounds me

it really never was...
just the winter

it really never was...
just the winter