It's A Beautiful Time Poem by Peter S. Quinn

It's a beautiful time
Winter in its dark
And coldness flow rime
In its silvery spark
When the stars shine on high
In their nocturnal dream
And the northern light sky
With its green glowing gleam

It´s a wonderful day
This cold that's outside
In frost sparking play
On the wintry coil ride
Through the hours of morning
When daybreak comes in
And shadows are turning
In their endlessly spin

It´s a beautiful eve
When darkness is near
In gold sky retrieve
Endless colors appear
When eve comes to night
Once again to renew
In the moon bluishness light
That shines cloudlets thru