Classic Poem

Ever since you went away
My tense face near the porch won't soften,
Pounder and block no longer sound at night,
Tall gates at noon stay locked.
Into my bedcurtains drift fireflies,
In front of the garden purple orchids bloom
Nature withers, sensing the change of season,
Swans arrive telling of travelers cold.
Your journey may end at winter's close,
I'll wait till late spring for your return.