slumber road pantoum

A message rose into the way the road
 Had shown a might more than I could bear.
 If mercy was a tender hidden lode
 I had no draught of coin to pay the fare.

He'd shone, a mite more than I could. Bare
the branches within autumns sleight of hand.
 I had no draft of coin, To pay the fair
 their due, I may freeze time's auger to stand

The branches within autumn slight the hand
 that feeds them and then prays for gentle sleep
 Their dew in May's frieze, time augurs. To stand
 alone we are tolled, no meaning so deep.

That feeds them and then praise for gentle sleep
 upon a plane of dreams in lissome code
 A lone we are told "No meaning, sow deep
"a message." Rose into the way they rode.