Sonnet, Like Dry Withering Leaves Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Words blown away like dry withering leaves...
And only memories remain for awhile
There is love in this sudden of cold grieves
With its yellowish and red amber beguile
The days are falling into the shadows row
Like scattering leaves on cobblestone
Those meet their destinies in autumn glow
When every heart stands in a beat alone

The beautiful daydreams that still go by
Filling the moments with twilight's evening
Narrowing brightness though the darkish sky
Still like harmonious in my memories sing
Contemplation of the tincturing fall
Those through time and moments for awhile call