Like Shattered Glass - Secret Passageways Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Like shattered glass on old autumn's leaves
The yellow brown reddish yesterday's gold
Through mystery air green branches cleaves
Whiles are passing where dreams did unfold
Secret passageways endless motion
Where deep of memories rises and falls
Times going by with summer's emotions
In to the starry nights of winter's calls

Here I am standing clear and young again
Finding the flow where the river reveals
Staring with my eyes though time's portico
'Life's a birth through the instants madeleine'
Some of it's tasteful - in its conceals
Voluptuous - not for too long - down this row