Winter Is On Its Way Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Winter Is On Its Way

Sweet sweet fall
Now to oblivion call
Flowers of yesterday
In their yellow play
Summerset is going
All their past's gloving
On to the moods of gray
Nothing forever will stay

Winter is on its way
Touch of moments gray
Paths into the dark
With night of starry spark
Everything is glowing
As autumn shades are going
In the deep of night
From reddish dim light

Dreams of leaves falling
Themes from summer stalling
Days in darkish noon
And winter’s bluish moon
Yesterdays were yours
Now they are white firs
Colorful and freshly themes
Coming with their dreams

Love songs from spring
Pearls on an icy string
Nowhere now to be found
In those gardens around
Sweet sweet memories
Moods in wintry trees
All blush summer’s thinking
To those moments winking