I See The Silver In My Hair And Feel The Winter In My Bones…

I see the silver in my hair And feel the winter in my bones…  Time has had its way with me, A tale that everybody knows.  But never will I wish away this hard-earned evolution. Seems to me the gift of time Is a sensual revolution. The me that I have now become, can linger on the taste of words  Has finally found a deep delight In the handling of my curves I know that touch takes many forms And if you listen, spirits soar.  No, I do not wish for youth… I’m embracing this delicious truth.