Brush of fine gray hairs
Marking time in tiny lines,
My face, your parchment:
Dig not deep thereon.
Write "mirth" instead, and "grace,"
"Welcome," and last, "peace."
April that was here
Now shall pass into a May;
All shall pass in time.
Oh, Kathryn, this is so beautiful. I love every line but especially "My face, your parchment" and "Dig not deep thereon. Write "mirth" instead ..."
ReplyDeleteLovely, lovely, lovely!! <3