Now (A Song) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Now the night is here
day becomes dark everywhere,
winter dusk growing
sunshine and autumn going.

Now there's song of fall
leaves declining withering white,
nighttime dreams then call
in shimmering star shine light.

Now dreams are coming
with its whitish frosty windows,
outside breeze humming
melodies of dimness and glows.

Now earth is sleeping
in its layered whitish snowfall,
blossoms seeds keeping
until again new spring will call.

Now all is lonely
in darkness of night and days,
what shall come to be
tomorrow knows only its ways.