halloween poetry

still thirteen years
do you hear the rain?
i can not tell you now
and with the humming bird
very well, you liberals
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
up from the south at break of day
look out upon the stars, my love
at midnight
i expect you
bring me soft song
muffled drum's sad roll has beat