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 settled rock,

fronting leaps of staked red cosmos.

Wind so kicking them around-

Like waves dancing a rolling sea

that have waited just for me.

A fractured split like a wisdom crease.

A tan faced spirea of summer suns.

Straight up leaves with distinctive curl.

My subtle reminder of their youth-

I found them even lovelier,

when taking one more pass.

The 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 from 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.