love friendship poem

the snow whispers about me
that year
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
i saw the clouds among the hills
i know what you're going to say
as evening falls
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
be not angry with me
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
one by one, like leaves from a tree