'In The Garden' Poem by Joel Delpha

I watch you in the garden
Unfashioned and unjeweled
Tending to your flowers
Unembarassingly nude.

Your hair undyed and graying
Undone and tumbling down
Your breasts unbound and swaying
So pendulous and brown.

There is a thickness about your middle now
Your legs knotted and veined
Bear you up less gracefully
And seldom without pain.

There is about your careworn face
A sad and poignant truth
A radiance far nobler
Than the fleeting charm of youth.

I loved you in your spring time
So many years before
But these days in your autumn
I love you even more.