pumpkin poem

melancholy days have come
roses and gold
with the meek, brown eyes
i think it just splendid
look out upon the stars, my love
brief on a flying night
do i like it
i am a woman
when the hours of day are numbered
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
by the rude bridge
darkest, strangest mystery
into the silent land
my mother taught me that every night