thank you poem

rose and amber was the sunset on the river
she might have known it in the earlier spring
in the dark and peace of my final bed
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
i make my shroud, but no one knows
beneath the warrior's helm
a little peach in the orchard grew
made up of loveliness alone
do i like it
see the tentative
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
when i returned at sunset
it was many and many a year ago