'Still Night' Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Still night in frosty snow
Ice crystals all around
Like little stars they glow
Each step in a tinkling sound
Where will tomorrow be heading
In these strangest of times
Where winter is all bleeding
In a frosty coldly rime
Aurora borealis in air
Flying around in dimly lights
A seasonal gray whitish flair
Giving us dimmest of nights
An open winter's riding
Going through a forest ahead
Day is starting to lighting
Sky is beginning to glow red
Where will tomorrow be going?
As daybreak is clearing in
Snow white night is all glowing
Its last somber darkly spin