halloween poetry

for these white arms about my neck
better than granite
the shadows of the ships
i said, i have shut my heart
dear wife
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
the light withdrawn
when the hours of day are numbered
weak-winged is song
musing, between the sunset and the dark
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
which keeps