Dark Into Night Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Dark into night
the hour is going,
shadowing the light
that once was glowing.
Blue deep are the skies
of the night coming,
when day goes and dies
of light fires booming.

Now is dark hour
in of starry light,
shadowy dream flower
of winter falling night.
In a January song
of a beginning year,
when hours new song
gather around here.

What will a year give
that we don't know,
a new ways to live
as days come and go.
What shall come to be
in the stillness blear,
from veer of eternity
of darkness everywhere.