Sonnet, The Day's Now Turning (From, The Lost Sonnets) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The day's now turning to flickering dark
To wings of light that go from window to room,
Like the leaves of darkish unknown dream bloom
That into the twilight again will spark;
When sunshine sleeps in the red light of arc
And drowsy dream thoughts to the chamber come,
With shadows of deep dim that dance in gloom
And leaves behind thoughts that are full of cark.

The bemuse flowers where distortion's on,
The kingdom of dusk with radiant glare
Beneath a mask of an unborn first blush;
The night of wreath clouds and dimension rone,
Where battlefields of somber will abear
Till light arise new in sunrise fire rush.