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
Tuesday, 10 May 2011
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2 comments:
Enjoyed it as a poem, but am more struck by how much I'm identifying this morning...
i rather like the notion of a last wild blaze!
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