fall poetry

to the passionate lover
thou unrelenting past
i know what you're going to say
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
high walls and huge
if i should die, think only this of me
tell me less or tell me more
i saw god. do you doubt it?
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
why do you always stand there shivering
gone before us
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
with her hair flaying wildly