Winter Song Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Song of summer
As now ended
In cold number
It has blended

Feelings lonely
In its pathways
Darkness only
In cloudy haze

Like a posy
Day was glowing
In garden rosy
Seasons flowing

Full of giving
In its dream work
Not now living
In winter's murk

Song of summer
Now memories
Trees look glummer
With barren leaves

Snow is falling
At my window
Shadows crawling
Days waking slow

Times of winter
Are now singing
In gloomy inter
Sleepiness bringing

Nippy shivery
Now all around
In breeze quivery
My heart is found