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 © John Lawless | Year Posted 2023
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