You Charmer of Hearts

My hands grow weaker in winter. Missing the garden grows stronger. Will we still do something right?

When summer ends and autumn flies away I begin to creak.

Who speaks with the sky knows pink to gray to black to pink. Incandescent dawns giving way to a clouded face.

But I am the path and the walker.
Sky and flyer.
I can move from flow to overflowing in one glance; one beloved gaze; one extension of love.

Water still runs in rivulets down the oak bark.

Friend, lover, teacher. One thousand treasures are mine every passing moment.

You whisper to me my heart's secrets and in the hearing, the line between Human and Divine disappears as a season. You charmer of hearts. Enter me. Closer than my beating heart.

Sunbeams lower their gaze.

A dozen prisms newly hung to dance with light.

I tuck seeds away in a notebook for another day.

Dear Diary, hold my love as a divine keepsake for now.