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