Dark Dark Comes Close Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Dark dark comes close,
When day's dreamt away
The sunshine;
Alone now stands
An evening rose,
Like memories from
A chorus line.

I feel the winter's coming,
As light goes
From the day;
Though some the colors
Are running,
Bright like those
From early May.

Dark dark comes close,
Shades dun and all stray
In design;
As night expands
Summer light goes,
Filled with embalm
Of summer divine.

I feel the winter once more,
It steadily grows
And shadows play;
As the wind hollers
And treetops swing,
Once more close
To my walking way.