Midnight Winter... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Midnight winter
In white cold snow
Dreams going
With the morning blow

Days of memories
Everything you were
Like summer trees
Now leafless everywhere

You and I
All we've said
Clouded in the sky
Of what we once had

Blow wintry blow
From there to me
All we had must go
And become memory

Midnight clouded sky
In old and the new
The past about to die
From me and you

Never giving a chance
To what might have been
Now the color blanch
All you might have seen

Midnight winter
In white cold snow
Dreams going
With the morning blow

Blow wintry blow
From there to me
All we had must go
And become memory

And become memory