The Beautiful Blossom Of Night (From Lullabies) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Now the night is coming in
With eternal star spin
Of flowers dark profound
Leaves of autumn bound

Nectar of its deep scent
Through the moods are blent
A warp with a little bud
Stem like stick in the mud

Of flower of blossom dark
With circling lines tidemark
Those come with its easy glow
With winter and little snow

So little on window still
With dreams of the moon to spill
Deeper than bluish tincture
And softer than any fur

The petals around its dew drip
Like those of a fairy’s lip
The beautiful blossom of night
Like a riddle in thoughts height
When hour of morning awakes in