Winter Dreams Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There's love in winter too,
just like in the summer.
Colors of darkish blue,
icily coldness bloomer.

All that is of the dark,
onto the hours of deep.
Shall then again spark,
beautiful dreams of sleep.

Love that is of the glow,
starry down falling wish.
Glistening diamond snow,
all into its dreamy bliss.

So much to give of day,
wintery footsteps on.
Onto deep winter's play,
when summer is gone.

There are dreamy skies,
in their winter's awake.
Dark and its deep ties,
hours of fantasy make.

Shiny brightness afar,
light in its many ways.
Skies in magic that are,
strange on winter's days.