Ageing

The stage in life when we thrive

Image taken by the author of the fallen camellia on snow; the snow has melted but the camellia is still as fresh when it was attached to the tree 💚

I look at my face
And I see creeping old age
But there’s no sign of rage
For beauty’s slithering beige

I look at my hands
And see sneaky wends
No tears for contretemps
On life’s variegated trends