This Is Winter
white fluff on branches imitates coldness of the wind
bridge is slick, icy, treacherous, lying in wait.
one lone lamplight tries to add warmth, to no avail.
This is winter.
frosted landscape
glittering ice covered bridge
i see treachery
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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