Where is the day taking us
In this darkish winter garden,
I've got all the abrasiveness
For the day is now to harden;
Like the cold comes sweet in
With the snow so soft in frost,
There's in my heart a backspin
From this much wintry glossed.
It carries me away and across
To some other places beyond,
Where lies the hidden pathos
Everthing warm has abscond;
For it never was much within me
To walk much and along a trail,
Where winter is cold frezzing free
And there's nothing else to avail.
Where is the day in this dim
Where I have no place to call,
My heart's in a whimsy whim
When I'm in this state to appall;
Bring thus away this dull cold
I am more for the gentle heat,
Nothing in coldness to behold
Only the frost and its deadbeat.
Peter S. Quinn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-is-the-day-taking-us-from-rhythmicon-50-lead-sheets-with-poems/
