Desire Like Autumn Wind Leaves Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Heat of my desire like autumn wind leaves
Yesterdays going into oblivion night
Slowly motion circles of the wintry dull light
In are now the moments of flown away thrives
Nowhere is the morning coming in its eves
Connecting day to dark in its bereaves
Craving for the lark in its lonesome flight

Wonderments of summer has now left today
Frosty flowers cast move on now ahead
This is darkness tide - weaving dimly on!
Moments in the twilight to the shadows play
Autumn yellow leaves in their dreams have bled
Forest gentle wind with thankful songs done