Gardens Bloom More Lovely

The leaves in the trees by the river
hold briefly. The way I held her close,
before the rain passed over,
and the river rose, slipped away.
Every colour’s falling now,
every Autumn bird
who’s never touched ground
is planting herself
with her own yellow hands
into gardens more lovely than
her life.

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