Saturday, November 12, 2016

hawthorne bridge quatrain

span lengthens green trusses toward the western sun:
there where the weeping willows let their hair fall—

oak leaves gesticulate crimson above rocks
dim gray as textured water’s flowing shadow

Jack Hayes
© 2016

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