early sunshine
occluded by rainclouds
preferable to snow
© Rachel Green March 2024
my glass shall not convince me I am old
for yet I practice self-defence and still
am to be feared despite my oftimes cold
and likeness to succumb to many ills.
For though my hair is fairer than my youth
when mighty flames were halo round my face
it still contains a hint of inner truth
that I have not yet run a final race.
My stomach may be larger than I like
yet still to trees of oak I can aspire
and if I struggle on the Pennine hike
I have no inclination to retire.
And though I envy youth's agility
I deny the onset of senility.
© Rachel Green March 2024
*first line from Shakespeare's sonnet 22
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