little knots

Face forward, leaning in
her eyes said
tell me all the things
you love about me,
but slowly and over time
because that’s what love is
Or
at least that’s what I caught
from the breeze who
braided my hair into
little knots and
shook the leaves for me,
hush; be calm, girl
for
truth is revealed
slowly and over time
while you wait in it.
Then I asked some branches
with ombre leaves if they
would hold their color for me?
See
for a little while
I will hold what I have
with all I have left, for you,
in these lovely shades
curling and fluttering
but next week you may find
gray

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