autumn poetry

days endeared to every muse
renew the vision of delight
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
let me move slowly through the street
this is the song of youth
high walls and huge
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
out of the deep and the dark
just now
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
sweet splendor