The Shadow And Swing
At dusk the wind and drizzle end,
Leaving the air cool, clean, serene.
The neighborhood is so silent.
As the Remembrance Day draws near.
Wilt petals, leaves are soon up cleared.
I sleep a deep sleep with no fear.
Of the old cathedral the chimes
Awake me and mail out my poems.
On the neighbor’s swing moonlight beams.