To A Dreamy Space Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The shadows of days now will cast their walk
To the leeway of autumn's grazing land
Yellow to red brown bygones cornstalk
Now in to essence of empty remand
Shattering sounds of the transparent days
Happiness is in hope and its smiles
Winter comes with its meandering plays
Occultation rambling vapor tiles

To a dreamy space of yesterdays gone
Essence of summer and evening song
Absent to memories incessantly
Carry their quintessence of yearnings on
Each extirpation day that I now long
In heart on now echo acquiescently


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