I watered your 5 berms today.
I gave them all a soaking spray.
It gave me time
to see the fall beauty
that still remains.
Such deep intricate patterns.
October colors, the settled beauty.
I love the muted ones.
The aged orange tipped leaves.
The bendiness from winds.
The strorm split leaves.
The oldest flowers.
The peaking new.
The handicraft you've made among
your hilled …..
Ans staked cosmos.
Each berm is a gentle aging sea that
has waited for me to find them all even lovelier than ever before.
I see the wisdom creases.
The deep tan of skin you love to create
each summer.
The remaining curls. Like remaining youth.
The slight bend in your frame.
A reminder of more love you brought
into our world.
You're like a gentle aging sea.
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