love friendship poem

blossoms of babies
my mother taught me that every night
it was the autumn of the year
i have to say good-night
she might have known it in the earlier spring
the light withdrawn
they in the darkness gather and ask
afraid no more, i say
as a naked man i go
lady, your heart has turned to dust
two rows of cabbages
to come so soon to this imagined dark
a storm is riding on the tide
dear wife