Beyond The Whispering Easterly Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Beyond the whispering easterly
Of furious winter sky
The owls are raving to me
Without reasoning why

Moods that shiver the spine
And hedges high in snow
With red ragged sky line
In for an evening glow

Having encountered the scene
Of shadows moon rising
And the hours in between
In the blue and white disguising

Ensign to snow melting
The chill ramparts of love
With shuddering the skin welting
From the north breeze above