religious poem

gone before us
there is an hour of peaceful rest
as i lie roofed in, screened in
for then without
it was the autumn of the year
they may talk of love in a cottage
there was a time in former years
i bid them all farewell
my sorrow, when she's here with me
which keeps
do you hear the rain?
the snow whispers about me
the poets tell
were it not for that singular smell