poetry poem

now that i have cooled to you
there by the window in the old house
blossoms of babies
the ancient songs
the sky
afraid no more, i say
she heard the children playing in the sun
renew the vision of delight
i saw the clouds among the hills
little park that i pass through
the old songs
listen to the sounding sea
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
the ships are lying in the bay