Winter Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Now winter is playfully on
Bringing frost as it intended to be
Breezy cold song and free
Anything drifting in the dark

Summer moods long away gone
On to the far and the going deep
Nothing for spring days to keep
Those that did once here spark

Everything is now in its cold
Painting the winter gray sky
Feelings low that once were high
Bringing the colors to old

Winter is day by day
Moods of pale and the gray
Winter is now to stay
On to the dim lonesome day

The frost roses now here unfold
On to my windows and plane
Curving their icily strain
Of silvery threads and mold