The Old Iron Bridge

This old gal is desperate for a new coat Rust covers her cracked and peeling frame, but No one seems to notice for In Winter, an icy lace shawls warmly wraps around her. In Spring, misty dew drapes her shoulders. In Summer, variegated greens and blues surround her like a fine silk scarf. In Autumn, her mottled tones are enveloped within Joseph's arms. She stands a stately Queen robed in royal array, Reigning over her domain with Seasonless grace and grandeur.