Her quiet eyes still look on
Validation all they seek
Autumn’s gone; tomorrow beholds
More frigid, morose, wintry days
Those wizened hands are outstretched wide
Revealing tales of days gone by
Pausing; waiting for a moment
Craving blissful sanctity
Her face is crinkled; yet so elegant
And may be fifty years ago
A single wrinkle flashed her face
Smile adept at melting stone
But now the wrinkles pile on up
Adorn her aging, graceful visage
Each facial line an honest reminder
That outer beauty is always short-lived;
Her eyes, though, tell a different story
Speak volumes of inner allure
And wrinkles add to the shrouded charm
So wondrous, pleasing to the eyes.
Inspired by today’s prompt – Eye of the Beholder.
Image courtesy of Google.