fall poetry

do the boys and girls still go
the air is full of dawn and spring
the little white prayers
to the passionate lover
as it
of sun nor stars
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
in the cloud-gray mornings
the shadows of the ships
renew the vision of delight
wrap the earth in cloudy weather
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
the light withdrawn