Becoming crone

hair shaggy and long, yellowish grey

mane of wild mare on the moor

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sun brown spotted hands, neck crepey

tales of giant turtle’s travels

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paddling feet flattened and broad

limpet lumps clamping the granite in clusters

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eyes fading sky blue to cloud grey

rowan bark silvered bearing bright berries

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mind wanders, meanders, drifts dreaming

spider spinning out silky concentric circles

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