Second Coming of Age
The second coming of age,
is like the
softened beauty
of the color s a g e;
rich in Indian summer warmth
graced with shades and shines
of too many noons and moons to count
savvy and savory… seasoned
with salted depth and perception.
No longer a blur of girlish green...
rather,
the continuum of time,
has weathered colors;
fine-tuning mindful hues -
balancing contrasts and intensities,
blending and smoothing
the not-so-gently honed edges
of life's tints and tones.
Continuance creates a mature perspective
worthy of viewing a canvas
painted from a palette of gold and rust.
Yes,
the burnished beauty
of the color s a g e,
like the second coming of age,
is easy to take.
The grass green pigments of colorful youth
are muted by mistakes.
For wisdom gained,
the price is paid
in the aged
and ripened patina
of the color
s a g e ~
my second coming of age.
Susan Ashley
July 20, 2017
~ Eighth Place ~
Premiere Contest: Patina
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
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