Beautiful Hours Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Beautiful hours
One by one they glow
Like winter flowers
In a new morning snow
Days onto night
Just like lives go on
Glow lost in flight
And then it's all gone

Day and its night
All for its clear beauty
Dark hour light
Flickering on so free
Light dreams for a heart
On its night play
Thoughts that depart
On a rising day

Beautiful deep
Stars that shine on
Dreams to keep
When these hours are gone
All that is done
Departing to memories
Flowing, going on and on
The winter breeze