halloween poem for kid

what was it the engines said
the pale day drowses on the western steep
do you remember
i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
tell me less or tell me more
sun and wind and beat of sea
out of the deep and the dark
the swan existing
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
by the rude bridge
who will be naming the wind
still thirteen years
with her hair flaying wildly
melancholy days have come