Sonnet 23, Before Winter Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I've seen it in my dreams they're yesterdays
Swans of tomorrow that are going deep
Swimming into the darkness which will creep
When moods from forthcoming winter plays
In lifeless colors of languor and grays
This later when life reoccurs will sleep
Though moments of dullness through it will leap
For feelings and falls are swollen with amaze
Undo none work that in faint are now weak
For the shades in the spring will become strong
Once more when the days are filled with light
And of happiness you can again speak
With thoughts which to the summer only belong
When winter's past its inanimate height