halloween poem for kid

with the sunset
the saddest of the year
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
she might have known it in the earlier spring
gaily through the fields we danced
there were three in the meadow by the brook
i loved a woman
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
the darkness
one by one, like leaves from a tree
i wonder where you live
who will be naming the wind