mid day poem, april 20, 2016

SPRING CITY SCENE

At mid-day the sun on the river
Sparkles like a sheet of jewels
As you pass over the bridge.
.
Despite the concrete and traffic
There are birds in the air
High and low, large and small
And nothing can stop the growing weeds
.
Golden-headed now, in the golden light
Waiting for another rain
Wind rolls up the river now
Turning a gull in its flight

Copyright 2016

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One Response to mid day poem, april 20, 2016

  1. Very well written dear. 😊

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