fall poetry

we break the glass whose sacred wine
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
listen
we who stood
wrap the earth in cloudy weather
skies they were ashen and sober
sad are they who know not love
up to her chamber window
night is dark, and the winter winds
all within and all without me
white foam flower, red flame flower
shadows lay along broadway
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
as it