Birds Singing Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Birds singing in the rain,
Love song it is
Tones of beauty but plain
Before winter's kiss
Autumn is now going
On to the darkish night
But memories are glowing
Still in its fainting light

Nothing's ever the same
Tides come and go
Old and newly flame
In its time's glow
Dreams made to song
Moods of dark and light
Always something to long
For the winter's night

Birds are singing now
Wishes for spring
Cold-heartedly ice brow
Winter shall soon bring
Nothing's ever unchanged
Tides come and go
New world rearranged
With its fresh blow