You remain hauntingly wrapped around
My thoughts
As if a beautiful vine of perfect
Chardonnay-in-waiting.
A hint of your beauty
Lingers
On my soul’s palette .
The bouquet christened
With care and wonder,
your heart’s and mine.
Subtleties only imagined
Become vintage rare
Yet there for the tasting.
You are dawn’s unspoiled
magic
Living waters poured
Deeply through you
Filtered in life’s rich soils.
I toast my good fortune
In holding forever
The simple hint of
Complexity born of
Mourning mist and summer
Sun. A fallen leaf enduring.
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