Lady LesBois

Wrinkles appear; pronounced.
 Her epoch hands
 surround a tranquil valley.

Dingy nylons sag
 Around the waist
 of barren foothills.
Cotton. Old jewelry.
 Clings tightly to fading
 Bronzed skin.
Rose buds covet lingering
 pink – a silken sleep
 is coming. The wind is waltzing
Pinning gray hair back.
 Having already packed
 And moved away
to Arizona. Returning next year
 Fingernails painted green
 to cradle her tender valley.