The Woman Of Rhyme

She is a few decades beyond her life's prime
Perhaps in her early fifties the Woman of Rhyme
Her once brown hair clipped short is now silver gray
One might say she is ageing in the natural way
She writes about Nature the birds and the bees
That in Summer takes nectar from the blossoming trees
Of the animals that she does see every day
In her poems she always has nice things to say
In the Literary World not seen as one of note
Yet in her own right she is a fine Nature Poet
She never publishes in book form the poems she does write
She just emails them in to an internet site
Not in any Book Club she does her own thing
And to her online readers great joy she does bring.