Classic Poem

Life is more sweet than I
Knew — the shifted scene
Less wavered, more trimmed with light
Than the years before.
Look down. People pass over the ice
As a file of thin ghosts creep
And fade beyond a hill.
You, and you, and you —
Small souls, shrinking away.

And you, and you, and you,
Bearing lights in your hands,
Approaching eternally. Life is
More sweet than I knew.