"Fleeting"

November 28, 2018; Ekphrasis Poetry

Beauty is but fleeting,
And I fear she does not yet know,
That the flush of youth will drain.
That grey shall take to her auburn locks,
As the chill of winter takes the autumn.
Pale paint shall peel from porcelain cheeks,
Time seeking eagerly to take its place.
Beauty is but fleeting,
Of that, she may be aware.
But, is it really so vain of her to care?