Winter Song., Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Now leaves are falling
onto the game of cold,
for winter is now calling
with its voices so bold.

With dark in its way
and window roses white,
breezy singing play
that come in starry light.

Here comes the dim
dancing in its dark,
with its moonlight whim
in its way and spark.

Winter is soon here
blossoming its silver
in freezing everywhere
and optical deliver.

Here comes the dim
in its moonlight way,
blue gleam to spin
in its wonder play.

Now winter's rising
giving stars and moon,
its marvel of surprising
we'll see here soon.