It's A Beautiful Day Poem by Peter S. Quinn

It's a beautiful day
in winter's time,
frosty in its full play
- coldness in its rime.
Time of light and dark
glittering stars afar!
Times of gone spark,
wishes upon a star!

It's a beautiful dream
in the night's way,
where everything seems
a glow in its play.
Fairytales dancing on
in music of wishful air,
'till dreams are gone
and the day's again clear.

These are beautiful hours
in their splendid ways,
frosty icy flowers
in silver and grays.
In dreams that are yearning
star glows far away,
in time that's turning
to meetanother winter's day.