romantic poetry

the little white prayers
come down at dawn from windless hills
i loved a woman
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
and with the humming bird
gingham dog and the calico cat
all those treasures that lie
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
did you ever hear of
i stand in the cold gray weather
which i wish to remark
a flying word from here and there
now that i have cooled to you