weathered earth tones

I am weathered earth tones.

I sit and watch the birds-- they are my most common visitors. Red bird, blue birds, black birds, and I can’t see birds.

Describe them, for my eyes have betrayed me. The wretchedness of this oldness frustrates me, bores me.

A stress to you, but don’t you know your stress is a stress to me? And here we go around and around deciding my fate.

I am weathered earth tones.

I am weathered earth tones.

What was once vibrant is now faded, What was quick and fluid is now a shuffle to the chair.

In my mind am turning 23. But in reality I am a delayed turn of the head, a labored breath, aged 93.

My mind is as young as my skin is old.

Skin a perfect blend of pink and yellow now aged and spotted, a mixed hue of mudded down blue and brown.

I am weathered earth tones.