Swift and always dark <br />Winter speaks in dim <br />While stars shine and spark <br />Their glowing vagary whim <br /> <br />January and February <br />Dull and dreamy hours <br />Freshly breeze and airy <br />Frosty windows flowers <br /> <br />Shadows speaking to me <br />Yesterdays and past <br />Coruscation around free <br />Dancing their eventide's cast <br /> <br />The dark colors burning <br />And giving their bluish look <br />At every corner turning <br />Something of light they took <br /> <br />Deep in the sea of dreams <br />All the hours go now <br />Not everything there seems <br />Under its nocturnal brow <br /> <br />(This is from an unnamed musical in progress. The author does much music) .<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wintertime-2/
