grandmother poem

made up of loveliness alone
the fragrance came
let me be sad
it was the autumn of the year
a flying word from here and there
dark-eyed
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
let us express our baser passions
did you ever hear of
renew the vision of delight
it was many and many a year ago
sun stepped down from his golden throne
she must go back, she said