fall poetry

i have seen the proudest stars
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
she heard the children playing in the sun
and breaketh bread no more
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
in his guarded tent
a thousand silent years ago
death's nobility again
as i lie roofed in, screened in
we who stood
if the red slayer think he slays
two rows of cabbages