african american poetry

when the wind works against us in the dark
daughter, thou art come to die
the saddest of the year
you are clear
i never knew the earth had so much gold
the earth keeps some vibration going
the fragrance came
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
she heard the children playing in the sun
there is a country full of wine
i fill this cup
i am a woman
be in me as the eternal moods