Red-Haired Woman

I used to see a red-haired woman Mornings when I walked. We’d nod hello but otherwise, We’d never really talked. When Covid struck, I left my house When every single street Was empty, super-early so No passers-by I’d meet. I stuck to this new schedule Once others had returned. What happened to my red-haired friend This morning I’ve just learned. We passed each other, recognition Dawning with a grin, Then each of us removed our hats, Revealing that within… Two heads of hair, once red and brown, Were now both shades of gray – Hers silvery and mine more white But proudly on display. A little conversation Did establish we were fine. We parted ways – two gray-haired ladies, Natural by design.