Beauty

I watered your 5 berms today,

filling the hose with soaking rain.

Then walked along my leisured mind

and filled that full with autumn's beauty. 

I found your October colors laden

with hues made by summer's past.

Weathered now were flattened patterns

of centered golds to outer burgundy

resting on frosted zinnias.

I inspected the summer’s aging.

The slight firm bend in worn stalks,

tilted by west wandering winds.

The storm-tossed coneflowers,

holding spent tipped seed pods.

Such quiet beauty settles me.

Your plot of wild geranium,

rising above a layered rock,

fronting leaps of staked red cosmos.

Wind so kicking them around-

Like waves dancing a rolling sea

that have waited just for me.

That tan faced spirea from summer suns.

A fractured stem like a wisdom crease.

Straight up leaves with distinctive curl.

My subtle reminder of their youth.

I found them even lovelier,

when taking one more pass.

That slight bend on a mindful frame.

A facial line; A wisdom crease.

Your feathered tan from summer suns.

Your still distinctive curls.

A keepsake reminder of your youth.

Such quiet beauty settles me-

Like waves dancing a rolling sea

that have waited just for me.

May I find you even lovelier,

shall I take just one more pass.