Winter sunshine
Bring me on
It’s hard to define
What’s gone?
Buried under
The lonesome past
Thoughts asunder
Feelings so vast

Gone summer tone
The trees of green
Standing now alone
Barren and preen
Rise and each fall
From where it came from
Winter’s long squall
Darker climate strum

Rain in the clouds
Breeze in the aside
Raincoat waling crowds
Through dark slide
The ivory icy cast
Northern ashes cold
Many ways contrast
Now through unfold

Winter sunshine
Bring me on
Tangling and entwine
Through the pawn
Winter Sunshine
Brash ice embossed
Golden shine alpine
Hours of the frost

(This is from an unnamed musical in progress. The author does much music) .

Peter S. Quinn

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-sunshine/