Winter 2008 (#2) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Darkish cloud night - oh profound winter's dream
Boundaries of every passion close
Like a river through an ice water goes
Filling the ways by its shattered low beams
Dreadful is this silence of dim alone
With its slow languor of unhappiness
Days and weeks of frosty fingers caress
That melts not away its icily stone

The pieces of love inside this dark heart
Like breezes of wind in hollow darkness
Coming with shadows to its transit dance
Between its voice of contrast counterpart
Its song of earth - in dim winter starkness
With its cold two folded bitter blade and lance