1.
We build bridges here,
sun-stroked, pigeon-poked, flat ride.
Arms across a lake.
2.
Silver snow-clad hills,
ice dances glinting like jewels,
water rests on pause.
3.
A skylark, pretty,
sings to the day it loves so.
Tonight it might stray.
4.
Sinking sun drips down.
Night rustles in, sprinkles stars,
spreads its blanket wide.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, December 14, 2020
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