To The Days Ahead Poem by Peter S. Quinn

To the days ahead,
I will follow renewed
Shades have now bled
And branches lie nude;
Cold and the breeze
Inside here are growing,
With different ecstasies
And other ways showing.

A night in sully mood
And wondering ways,
Showing, be ballyhooed
In different grayer days;
Now inside comes out
And fills the senses too,
With thoughts far about
Something from the new.

Contrast between the past
And this now that goes on,
The right ahead in cast
What is then again gone!
All that drifts to ahead
With futures of its own,
The aforementioned said:
Disappearing from enthrone.