Wind and Bone

 

I had my hair trimmed yesterday

The ends had split, begun to fray

 

But strangely I observed a blip

While brushing out from root to tip

 

Sprouting proudly from my part

New silver threads, like abstract art

 

Waving wildly from the crown

Gleaming ‘midst the sea of brown

 

Such boldness in their lustrous flout

I called their bluff and plucked them out

 

April 2019 – RB