Night Dance Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Night dance to dark
Flowing in gleam mood
Swaying fullest spark
On to trance interlude
Breezing of echoes
Symphonic colors
As it moves - glows
All the posies hollers

Sweet dream to night
In a fantasy
Lost in last light
Iridescent gusty
Earth in a dance goes
By summer breaking
Last of its gleam glows
Before autumn's waking

Night dance of love
Whispering so soft
Clouds go above
In a flickering waft
Hours in blanching call
Colors getting lost
Leaves wilt and fall
As day to night is crossed