fall poem

wrap the earth in cloudy weather
they may talk of love in a cottage
but i cannot read you now
i went up and down the streets
are you alive?
darkest, strangest mystery
daughters of time
the fragrance came
as a naked man i go
we break the glass whose sacred wine
uplifting, as the wind blew
let a joy keep you
to come so soon to this imagined dark
tripping up, falling down