Peter S. Quinn


Silver Frosty Leaves (From Minutes Of Falling Days) - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Sweet love of dreams and morning's blossoms white
That from twilight comes in to its bloom
With some spear of gleams from bluish starry night
Conquer of the winter in gray and gloom

Life's glimmer and silver frosty leaves
Show their ways when darkness again comes
Each their dream and longings that retrieves
When tone down in palpable deep winter hums

The morning of shadowed silvery moon
Ice on the river in mirroring hold
Yesterday’s retention - in memory
Flowers of winter in their midnight noon
Hallucinations of chill that now fold
Like decorations on every tree


Comments about Silver Frosty Leaves (From Minutes Of Falling Days) by Peter S. Quinn

  • Gold Star - 33,910 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (1/5/2015 10:44:00 PM)

    A good poem with beautiful imaginations about the winter.Likes it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 29, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 20, 2011


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