Hours Of Dark And Light Poem by Peter S. Quinn

In a new new day
Hours of dark and light
I heard the breeze play
And take a strolling flight
In a garden of frost
Of wintry coldness roses
Where dreams get lost
As dawn new day composes

In its fresh fresh hour
Full of morning on bright
In its splendid devour
Of twilight's soft night
When the rising comes in
Softly from under a cloud
Wings of full fiery spin
Without any darkness doubt

In a play play along
Fairytales of the morning
Of a crystal bright song
With its hope and yearning
Of the gathering of new day
Burning kindles of fire
In the frosty earthly lay
Of its arising desire