Wrinkles

Wisps of fleecy clouds

Do not mar a summer sky

 They define the blue

Gift me with crinkles

Life’s perfect imperfections

Memory’s index


Smile with abandon

Frown without retribution 

Claim each earned wrinkle

Fountain of Youth

Twice have I drunk from

The fountain of youth’s waters.

How long must one wait?

 

Crow’s feet still add depth

To the corners of my eyes,

Fine lines mark my mouth.

 

Fountain of youth, oh

Where is thy miracle cure?

On sabbatical?