Old Forest’s Aflame (From, Without A Doubt) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Flowers of wild beauty appear to glow
For new springtime is coming soon here in
Old forest's aflame in going winter snow
Whirling broken whispers of wintry spin
Love songs of golden leaves from the old
When autumn was with us in the gone year
Now remembered in greenery unfold
Which every murmur through now can hear

The roads that where so hard once to follow
Are clearing up into the deep dust earth
Somewhere still are dreams of mournful plays
Going away again in to the hollow
Coming with the heights of summer time's birth
Boundless fresh blossom in the breezing ways