Years slowly settle on us, like the dust
In layers first invisible, then white
Borne by the unsuspecting air, it must
Upon

Aging doesn't bring just wrinkles and gray hair

But wisdom and experience - a powerful pair

When I look in the mirror as

The room is still
The light shines through the blinds
We wake, the sun glows, the birds sing
The cat stirs
it winds its tail

You ask, "How are you?" Before I answer, let me say:
I have always had a vegetable garden - for over fifty years
I have watched

What do you know of aging?
Your first gray hairs peek out
like frightened ducks near the blind,
your bones protest a bit too