Time After Time Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Time after time
Every dream becomes free
In this winter lonely rime
Lying around to be
It’s hard to give and please
In these feeling alone hours
Making all possibilities
Like tiny cold glaring flowers

The riverside is now all frozen
In moments that seem like glow
Bound to be later chosen
In its falling of stream to go
My heart is around this now
With feelings in hazy shade
The coldness of wintry dark brow
In everything that’s conveyed

Time after time
To all the things to say
With hopes in their weather climb
And its intimate lonely play
Look around to see the sky
With its falling snowflakes
Now every misty is growing high
In those instances takes

Playfully scenery ahead
Dreams weaving time tapestry
On to snowy footsteps read
Through paths and wild forestry
My dreams in their drifting go
Deadening in the outside cold
Memories like reflecting glow
Nothing the frost can now hold