Poems From The North (From, Poems Of Papa Due) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Poems from the north,
Are frozen on the ground;
Winter's songs going forth,
Like wild wolves hound.
Dewdrops grain of light,
Instant moment’s blackbird;
Ravens on their flight,
Thoughts in snow anchored.

Poems of my deep heart,
Flying in a winter's frost;
Blooming roses impart,
Some are now there lost.
Murmurs of the wild sky,
Dreams I had for a winking;
And the words will calcify,
If some will there bethinking.

Poems unraveled rivers,
Falling in enormous neem;
Songs that with cold shivers,
A frost rose’s night dream.
All is within me there alive,
And giving the wind a gust;
Longings into my archive,
All what I need and trust.