The Hours Of Dim Heart Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The hours of dim heart
The feelings of wings blue
Each temper sets apart
Wonders in everything new
Days in winter glowing
Moods of strong breeze
A day by day there going
With darkness and its freeze


I've lost colors play
From summer gone autumn
Now tones are dimly gray
With echoes in colder strum
My heart's in wandering while
A flower that's rusty old
Day's footsteps every mile
More tarnish dimmer cold

Oh love song of winter
Your tones are dark through
My heart song you steer
In every pitch that's true
Days of Christmas bringing
With lights of sincere glist
A heart in bliss's singing
The joy that love has kissed