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Winter's Bench Mark

A park bench sits empty Dawn dew dappled An unseen shiver Envious of the shaking dog Senses a loneliness Hinted at by Winter’s chill Passersby now scurry Heads down, breath steaming The squirrels will no longer come Nor the pigeons Cold winds will scourge the trees Denude them of leaf and bird. The bench imagines the dew drops To be its farewell tears.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2023




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Date: 9/18/2023 1:41:00 PM
This is a wonderfully written poem John. Wonderful imagery. Very impressive. ‘ Dawn dew dappled’ ‘hinted at by winter’s chill’ Just lovely. The last two lines are so beautiful, so sad. So poignant. Really enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing.
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Date: 9/17/2023 9:06:00 AM
what intense imagery John, perhaps the bench is mourning the loss of visitors who used to sit watching the world go by. really love this one and the title is so so clever:-)hugs Jan xx
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