The Blue Of The Evening (Sonnet) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The blue of the evening is showing
From inside the tinctured perforated glow
Where the moon from the cloudlets is now going
As the shadows to night must further grow
In the dances of shadings and coolness
The instance hours are feeling my cold feet
And winter icily night in its caress
With breeze that goes on in an empty street

My heart is as bare as a leafless tree
For I think about nothing but this cold
Chilliness that wanders on inside of me
For there's no endless love me now to unfold
And now as I speak my thoughts travel far
Perhaps to a Milky Way's unknown star