Winter Does Now Call Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Now I'll tell
Of my heart inside
That brings its spell
Of raindrops glide
Falling icy displays
Wintery cloudy strings
The shades of grays
In October’s moody sings

Silences of autumn
Into the flowers fade
From darkish bottom
Of earth brownish made
Dancing shadows glisten
In falling hours going
We wonder in and listen
To leaves of windrowing

Long nights are falling
To mysteries icily hymn
In remembering calling
To the forest lost brim
The boundaries of my heart
In skies of night fall
Where summer did depart
And the winter does now call