She looks with disdain on her mirrored face,
the image is blurred in her eyes.
Erosion and weather leaves its deep trace,
In her heart the old mountain sighs.
Cool breezes dry tears from old sagging cheeks,
powdering her wrinkles with snow.
The sun applies rouge to colorless peaks,
highlighting with a soft warm glow.
Now pleased with the image the old girl smiles,
hugging the new day in her arms.
Her beauty now shining across the miles,
as light accentuates her charms.
As we look in the glass we might see flaws,
the rest of the world sees beauty that awes.
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
