Beautiful Autumn Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Beautiful autumn
Before night's winter fall
Slowly with its strum
In frosty nights call

The dreams of darkish play
From evenings in the night
Each winter’s icily play
In lost longing's flight

Beautiful yellow red
Leaves of the falling decay
Each peeling blossom bed
That gives the night its day

Their garden going to brown
When life is in its sleep
Like evening in winters gown
In tinctures not to keep

Beautiful dreams going
Flowing the last of autumn
With all its golden glowing
And drowning of river’s hum

The dreams of the cloudy sky
In days of the fallen leaves
Questions to ask for why
The world is of smile and greaves