Now winter is playfully on <br />Bringing frost as it intended to be <br />Breezy cold song and free <br />Anything drifting in the dark <br /> <br />Summer moods long away gone <br />On to the far and the going deep <br />Nothing for spring days to keep <br />Those that did once here spark <br /> <br />Everything is now in its cold <br />Painting the winter gray sky <br />Feelings low that once were high <br />Bringing the colors to old <br /> <br />Winter is day by day <br />Moods of pale and the gray <br />Winter is now to stay <br />On to the dim lonesome day <br /> <br />The frost roses now here unfold <br />On to my windows and plane <br />Curving their icily strain <br />Of silvery threads and mold<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-139/
