Tuesday, 10 May 2011

alison fell

Pushing Forty

Just before winter
we see the trees show
their true colours:
the mad yellow of chestnuts
two maples like blood sisters
the orange beech
braver than lipstick

Pushing forty, we vow
that when the time comes
rather than wither
ladylike and white
we will henna our hair
like Colette, we too
will be gold and red
and go out
in a last wild blaze


Titus said...

Enjoyed it as a poem, but am more struck by how much I'm identifying this morning...

swiss said...

i rather like the notion of a last wild blaze!