halloween poetry

it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
in september
green afternoon serene and bright
the mountains they are silent folk
pharaoh, king of egypt's land
among the mountains i wandered
a storm is riding on the tide
and with the humming bird
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
gloom
a pen of steel
as it
backward, turn backward