When Dark Is In Autumn Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The silvery lines of the threads to come
When dark is in autumn and heavy each heart
As blue of the deep is in its blossom
And winter is just in coldness to start
The flowers of longing of wintry night
In dancing of coldness from play bright sky
When love is in wings of its moment’s flight
Love encounters feelings from closeness tie

Music of lovers that meet in their ardor
Deliver closeness as time reaches deep
When we are together and know what it’s for
Locked into brace forever in dream’s keep
Love that has no morning but only wings of touch
Thru music of lovebirds that love so much