Wow. You document the passage of time so well.

This poem reads like a layered dessert. First, there's the beauty of it all - the wind, the colors. Then there's melancholia (or at least that's my interpretation), a certain loss of control, helpless perhaps. And finally, at the center, we have quiet wisdom. Acceptance and self-love, the spirit of resilience. I love this style and you do it so well.