a hawk soars high in cloudless sky
echoing, its shrilling screech
perching on a still dead limb
sitting, watching you and me
snow lays still upon the bank
protected by the acres of trees
ripples flow across the lake
from a chilling spring time breeze
casting in the stillness
your three you set free
my first rainbow not let go
but grilled that night for me
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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