Time's Gone Dawning Poem by Peter S. Quinn

A night is now coming in
Into truly worth and spin
The flowers grown in shadows
From summer's last glows
A song of daybreak's day
That comes along to play
With much to live and to do
In every dim tone quite true

The autumn is now here
In its seclusions dimity year
With tinctures of earthly brown
Before winter night's town
Where diffuse is openly found
In thoughts and moods around
Feelings are in lonely strength
In their minutes of hours length

When wishing stars are falling
From eternity above calling
Commencing peaks and mounts high
Where the yonder of space lie
And day's fire is turning red
In the morning of skies eve bled
Before bluish boldly rides
Where the moon in clouds glides

A night is now coming in
Into truly worth and spin
The flowers grown in shadows
From summer's last glows
A song in a heartfelt mood
Every darkish deep soul and food
The river of the yawning
Flowing in time's gone dawning

(from my Album: Something More)