Certainty (From, Illuminating Night) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Certainty (From, Illuminating Night)



Oh summer birds are going now
With longings and dreams,
From autumn forest lowbrow
Withering moments beseems.

My words, what's it I write?
In vanishing thoughts and lamping;
Whiles of summer's last flight,
Preparing new winter’s encamping.

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