halloween poem

i sometimes wonder if it's really true
beneath the warrior's helm
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
dear wife
did you ever hear of
all within and all without me
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
once this soft turf
i've won the race
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
the air is full of dawn and spring
over the river they beckon to me