father poem

full of tears
melancholy, blue it was
birds against the april wind
all quiet along the potomac
a look is but a ray
lived by the river-side
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
glass-blower of time
under a spreading chestnut tree
there is no flock, however watched and tended
i gazed upon the glorious sky
on and on
the light withdrawn