Crossing the Bridge
Silvery glitter shimmering in a crystal lake;
trees don their wintry dressing gowns.
Azure skies shiver above a natural mirror
beneath the small bridge, as we cross.
In this locale, swim the trout beneath a
white canopy and somewhere, I hear the
faint echo of a black-capped chickadee, intoning.
In the semi-quiet of a filtering lacy mist,
a pitter-pat murmurs upon the icy blanketed waters,
serenading Mother Earth, in her slumber.
1-29-2020
STRAND no 660,any theme,any form Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2020
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