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.
