pumpkin poem

i never knew the earth had so much gold
as a naked man i go
did you ever hear of
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
there are gains for all our losses
full of tears
leave the lovely words unsaid
daughters of time
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
i saw the clouds among the hills
to come so soon to this imagined dark
there are three ways in which men take