A Frosty Song Poem by Peter S. Quinn

A frosty song
In every walking way
Now I will long
For a new summer day
Every cold outside
Within flickering shadows
On the moments glide
Into moonlight glows

Faraway in the past
Autumn’s golden leaves
Under snowy aghast
Of cold outback perceives
It’s hard to see clearly
When winter goes on
In its gloomy austerely
And avalanche electron

A frosty thought
Bringing the past near
That once was sought
Through the eyes clear
Please come home spring
With your freshly new
So I'll begin to sing
Of all your coloring hue