Peter S. Quinn

Walk With The Wind (Page7) - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

coming of winter
this morning in its stillness
and falling snowflakes

footsteps in the snow
soon they disappear again
because of the breeze

it's still dark outside
in the early hours morning
- the treetops are white

the autumn has sang
its last departure love song
every bird has flown

yesterday clear earth
today snow's everywhere
- even on my head

I still remember
autumn's glowing view tincture
- this cold new morning

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 24, 2008

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