BJZ Poems and Musings

This poem deals with how we sense and perceive things differently as we age. The photo is of a dune leading out to Lake Michigan in the Leelanau Peninsula in early December.

Senior Winter Walk

these hues of winter
in woods and meadow
too subtle for the young to see;
blah and boring, lacking gaiety

the wrinkled eye picks it out,
faint maroon of wind-whipped grasses,
one hundred shades of tan and brown,
gray and blue; the trees, the sky
the rolling ground
the scent of coldness
the lack of sound

Brian J. Zink December 2022 Copyright rules apply