Midnight Winter Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Midnight winter is now only memories
For the playful footsteps are in coming
Of summer hopes and its gleaning breeze
Around and around each garden strumming
Night suits day in its ever flowing glow
Dewdrops of daybreak to mirror glisten
Filling the new earth with its wonderments flow
Every different ear to up listen
When a day comes in sun with clouds drifting
And filling empty intervals with air
Fragrances worth - every sprit uplifting
To be for a moment around with you here
When doubt's gone to other sites of seasons
And joy's to play without given reasons


*I called this ‘Midnight Winter’, because of a song I did once at http: //www.garageband.com/artist/Peter_S_Quinn called by the same name…
http: //www.garageband.com/mp3player? |pe1|S8LTM0LdsaSkZFSzZmE

**To every instrumental song I’ve written, I’ve always made a poem or two (sometimes even lyrics):
Some poems were sometimes only 4 lines long, which I made though longer (or joined together) later.
All the best,
Peter