Now Is November Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Now it‘s freshly on
winter glisten new,
autumn is all done
colors in there too.
Dreams incoming
flowers of the dark,
on window blooming
silvery glow spark.

Now winter's here
with its starry light,
darkness everywhere
in a dreamy night.
The day's always new
incoming tomorrow,
hours coming through
and old times on go.

Now is November
with its grayish shade,
winter everywhere
in its coldness made.
Love songs in the dark
shining on through,
dreams on embark
In dim nights too.