Wisps of frost on aging head,
wrinkled creases, wisdom’s crown;
joints to pain and creaks are wed,
Folds replace a youthful gown.
Even so, her smile is strong
though sorrow lines her blinded eyes;
beauty marks her dying song
as Winter sings her last good-byes.
After the storm, the petals have fallen,
Gravity spoke, and persuaded the fall;
Sepals held out as long as they could,
But glue holding flower answered the call,
Relinquishing blossom, ashes to earth,
A dazzling litter of dying perfume;
Beauty in living, lived in full splendor –
Wrapped in death’s pallor, a beautiful tomb.
Every stage in life holds a wild and unique beauty; from birth to death, our paths hold deep significance and value.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 