Little Flowers On The Glow (A Song) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Little flowers on the glow
Full of their morning bright
Shall be sideways in the snow
With the coming of winter night
For autumn's in with red shade
And its yearnings of tomorrow
Of yellow leaves withering made
In castings of burning borrow

Endless journeys not to end
But give you more life giving
Burn to burn in colors blend
While days are still living
In rising terminate torment
With dreams of wishful dark
For summer is all soon spent
As stars in the night shall spark

Twisting and turning below
Of withering leaves going
Shall bring back yester flow
Without much thought or knowing
And memories from hours send
That only in time will fade
Footsteps of fate thus mend
That we have in whiles paid