Evening On the Bridge
Crossing the creek, thawing waters,
slide among the ice chips;
naked sentinels stretch to touch the
heavens. Dressed in their translucent wraps.
Snowflakes crunch beneath our boots
as a crow, caw-caws from a willow tree branch.
A fantasy land at twilight, soothes the tired spirit and
as nature prepares to bed down I spot a lone robin,
perched on a birch branch; puffed breast of feathers,
makes me wish I'd brought a few sunflower seeds.
2-14-2023
You Select Again Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2023
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