As poem is old, she will be grey
And near her fire holding book.
You will think of a big bad beast
Moving across hot desert sands.
Desert is old and grey and beast
And a book is old and in tatters.
A fire is ash grey about her eyes.
Eyes are grey and swelling old.
A big bad beast is grey and fuzzy,
Colors neutral and nobody cares.
(thinking of W.B.Yeats’ poem “When You are Old and Grey“)