color of age

rainbow colored thoughts

Age comes
Like snow falling
In a myriad of ways
Like a veil on the eyes
Like a layer of white on the hair
Like the perfume of lavender
From a bag in the closet
Where from the clothes do not match
Neither the body nor the fashion of today.
Nobody remembers when she gave up
The use of colors and she adopted the eternal black.
Ageless her eyes twinkle with life when she walks
On the freshly painted white street
And one can guess the richness of her life
In their light even when she rests
On the bench under the platan tree.