love poetry chat

rose and amber was the sunset on the river
soft as the bed in the earth
but alas, just dreams
full of tears
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
the saddest of the year
it was a tall young oysterman
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
in mournful numbers
the air is full of dawn and spring
she knows a cheap release
beside a stricken field
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
i stand in the cold gray weather