Dawn will give way
to a new day
Dusk will let the tired one
at once set
Night taking in
the rising temps
As the day invades
much of her hours
The grass on the lawn
seems untidy more often,
growing like a weed
that it is, only pampered
Birds have begun
to sing again
A tad out of practice
over the long, winding rain
The terracotta has been
my home within home
on this windowsill overlooking
the world outside
The hand that comes
to water and caress me
is growing shaky,
spilling more than it did
Busy summers, noisy rains
long, lonely winter nights
have taken their price,
more than just his hair's graying
He's braved them all
in his, now hesitant, stride
sans the solace of
being a bonsai
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