Collaborating with Nature,
Truth and Beauty,
inseparable,
rise out of golden honey water:
the pure breath of Autumn.
A fountain of youth for the old to sip slowly,
very very slowly,
so they can remember how the young live:
with wonder,
in season,
ripe, yet still becoming,
full, but never complete.
Her essence changes form:
at ease with this liminal space,
the ritual bath signals
the spark of new creation.
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