Winter Stars Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Winter stars
So faraway into the blue
Like river sandbars
In its faraway view
I feel so close to them
When I'm standing alone
For each their diadem
From past that has shone

Playful cloud nine
So dark and moving on
Each night in shine
And to the mystic drawn
Entertaining loneliness
Through winter's way
Each thought you enmesh
In your glistening play

Newfangled view
Before morning arrives
Yesterdays to queue
The remains that survives
They live in a world
That yet is to come
When span's been unfurled
Inside its small stadium