autumn poem

let me move slowly through the street
they in the darkness gather and ask
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
in mournful numbers
in your arms was still delight
let me be sad
last midnight
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
i have heard them in the night
i cannot always feel his greatness
i saw the clouds among the hills
as a naked man i go
they threw a stone, you threw a stone