child poetry

wrap the earth in cloudy weather
risen from the dead
under a spreading chestnut tree
in an old chamber softly lit
through the broad earth's aching breast
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
gloom
world that changes under my hand
i can not tell you now
desolate and lone
rising moon has hid the stars
out of the deep and the dark
from song and dream for ever gone
a little peach in the orchard grew