halloween poetry

under dusky laurel leaf
your body's motion is like music
if the red slayer think he slays
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
why are the things that have no death
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
take my bracelets
they ask me where i've been
her face is fair and smooth and fine
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
roses and gold