Winter Is Here (A Song) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Winter is here now
In its cold dark
I`m feeling low somehow
With moments of spark
Dreams gone away
From last of spring
Now is the day
That the winter will sing

The streets below
Outside my window
Are covered with snow
In cold lay brow
Feelings for friendship
Are rubbing now high
In the icy sow drip
And splashing sounds that die

So much of loving
Are step stones away
In silences string
Of blue cold and gray
My memories sleeping
In days ahead dreams
All gone moods keeping
In low gleaming beams

Winter is always
Alone in its gleam
Where starry nights gaze
Through with their dream
And I am so lonely
With only some poetry
If you were here only
To set those wings free

Streets of my heart
Are following the sun
Whenever it will start
In the day breaking run
Here is my need
In every its new turn
And between the lines read
And from its ways learn