Sonnets from winter
With red autumn gone to the deeper mood
Cloudy sky in dreary forces altitude
As shadows of deep further onward climb
Like the forces of dark is day's begrime
In its grayish out looking profound elude
From that it was once in its plenitude
In the summer's blossoming lustrous time
How sweet is the turning of life own ways
From young to old in its garden appears
The keys of colors from innermost plays
As day becomes week and month as years
Dim is this moment of shadows crossing
As winter comes in frosty glossing
Poetry by Peter S. Quinn
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Written on 2009-11-17 at 22:27
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Winter Sonnet
Winter is now deep in its gleaming primeWith red autumn gone to the deeper mood
Cloudy sky in dreary forces altitude
As shadows of deep further onward climb
Like the forces of dark is day's begrime
In its grayish out looking profound elude
From that it was once in its plenitude
In the summer's blossoming lustrous time
How sweet is the turning of life own ways
From young to old in its garden appears
The keys of colors from innermost plays
As day becomes week and month as years
Dim is this moment of shadows crossing
As winter comes in frosty glossing
Poetry by Peter S. Quinn
Read 660 times
Written on 2009-11-17 at 22:27
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