photo by lynn__
hair would shine gray but
sons don’t wish me to look old
frost comes with autumn
danger of frost
03 May 2015 9 Comments
in haiku Tags: frost, gray hair, old
a poem in my pocket
posting poetic prose
posting poetic prose
03 May 2015 9 Comments
in haiku Tags: frost, gray hair, old
photo by lynn__
hair would shine gray but
sons don’t wish me to look old
frost comes with autumn
a poem in my pocket 
May 08, 2015 @ 14:19:11
Nice Lynn.
May 06, 2015 @ 14:21:04
Oh, I dig the frost. I remember when the grey first started coming in and my daughter asked me if I was old… I told her, “As old as I feel, which is pretty young.” But she was a bit self-conscious about it, because all the other moms were dying their hair and she wanted me to as well. Lovely handful of words! Amy
May 06, 2015 @ 18:02:41
Thanks for stopping by, Amy !
May 05, 2015 @ 12:42:09
my daughter used to pick out my gray to keep age at bay – Im not really interested in bald…
Autumn is getting frostier 🙂
May 04, 2015 @ 13:08:20
Smiles…your sons, my hubby!
May 04, 2015 @ 17:44:53
🙂
May 04, 2015 @ 07:40:31
Indeed we do walk towards the autumn forest.. lovely metaphor
May 04, 2015 @ 07:07:34
And you’re not in the autumn years yet, right? At least not in spirit! 😉
If Taken in My Hand
May 04, 2015 @ 00:27:18
Very nice..seems a slight contradiction between first and third lines at first, but then think I got it!