love poetry

out of the window a sea of green trees
listen
a storm is riding on the tide
there were three in the meadow by the brook
of sun nor stars
i had over-prepared the event
rocked in the cradle of the deep
i am the wind that wavers
the stars fell from heaven
made up of loveliness alone
i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
she limps with halting painful pace
their beautiful hair