Now is winter's dance
Breezy blow away
Not much for summer romance ...



Winter Dance

Now is winter's dance
Breezy blow away
Not much for summer romance
In the light of gray
Hours so dimly in mood
Below moon's bluish gleam
The cold icy dewed
In frosty river stream

Blow on blow winter's cold
Through night of uncertainty
No colors will hold
Only cold cutting guarantee
Slow in its silence
The morning comes weak
In shadow's acquaintance
They dance on and tweak

Throughout this disdain
With earth gray and white
Kingdom of northern reign
Surrounded by skilled knight
Prairies in time's peace
Snow carpets tenacious dew
Occupied under dim lease
And invariably beddings new




Poetry by Peter S. Quinn
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Written on 2006-11-01 at 19:00

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