Twilight Is Now Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Twilight is now in every footstep
Turning to dark in its wandering way
Clouds of the mornings in drifting state ‘heps’
Giving from its deep to dim winter's day
The wings of the cold in the moonlight hours
Flowing through glistening luminary
With frozen windows hoary thread flowers
For their passing that now comes to be

Abyss of dreams in to the coldness deep
Disappearing of light to point of fear
Weaving glow of distances burning red
Forest silence and wintry breezy weep
Everything in numbness that is near
For colors of autumn all have now bled