Times Are On The Go Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Times are on the go
from a summer flight,
soon there will be snow
in the coming night.
With their starry bliss
glow that comes in cold,
frosty white on kiss
that to the earth unfold.

autumn is still in
yellow leaves are falling,
colorful true spin
as the breeze is calling.
Day will become dark
longings grow deep,
with some wishing spark
hours dream to keep.

Winter clear and white
to the dreams to go,
starry luminary on flight
with their wishing glow.
Wings on afar yearning
sleep o sleep night,
for new spring returning
with its growing sight.