anniversary poem

do you remember
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
like eagles on up high
though i am little as all little things
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
in the sphere
quietly, with reverance, in awe
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
tell me
you say you love me
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
out of the deep and the dark
it was the autumn of the year
she might have known it in the earlier spring