Out past the Dam
with its whispering water
overflow.
the ducks sally forth
beneath the wooden bridges
of Brady Park pond.
The trees line
our way as
bare silent Sentinels
Our boots crunch
upon the icy, stony path.
Come Spring there will
be cygnets and green
in profusion.
but now only brown
and the white
nakedness
of the Birches
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 6:01 PM UTC
Out past the Dam
with its whispering water
overflow.
the ducks sally forth
beneath the wooden bridges
of Brady Park pond.
The trees line
our way as
bare silent Sentinels
Our boots crunch
upon the icy, stony path.
Come Spring there will
be cygnets and green
in profusion.
but now only brown
and the white
nakedness
of the Birches
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