Counting the grays


Counting the grays – of my hair

in my hand, a tweezer pair

Squinting – before the mirror

Hissing through, the despicable horror.


Image of a tweezer

Inevitably, the salt and pepper days begin/ http://www.built2build. net










Can’t see through the details

oh, of such wee small letters

Why are there  furrows on my forehead…

I see the beginning of – crow’s feet indeed. 😉


Image of a woman's face with crow's feet

Somewhere in time, they do begin to show up/