Peter S. Quinn - Wintertime

Swift and always dark
Winter speaks in dim
While stars shine and spark
Their glowing vagary whim

January and February
Dull and dreamy hours
Freshly breeze and airy
Frosty windows flowers

Shadows speaking to me
Yesterdays and past
Coruscation around free
Dancing their eventide's cast

The dark colors burning
And giving their bluish look
At every corner turning
Something of light they took

Deep in the sea of dreams
All the hours go now
Not everything there seems
Under its nocturnal brow

(This is from an unnamed musical in progress. The author does much music) .

Peter S. Quinn

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