Time Circle Of Moods Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The waves shatter the restless dark hours
Time circle of moods that come and again go
Like tinctures on leaves or flowers
Those in clusters of buds for moments glow
Minute to minute the light is falling
Vanishing to nothingness or far beyond
Dreams of the night in their magic calling
In their dazzling lurch of shadows dance fawned

Tomorrow comes again with new spring
In blossoms of blue and white together
Touching to brilliant bereavement blooms
Into the blackness with new songs to sing
Imminent brilliant being its bellwether
Departing the woodland silence and glooms