haiku poem

with the sunset
she heard the children playing in the sun
in mournful numbers
i burn no incense
weak-winged is song
since i have felt the sense of death
come down at dawn from windless hills
afraid no more, i say
as a naked man i go
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
when the hours of day are numbered
from our hidden places
i know not where
among the mountains i wandered