Icicles on the railings of the old iron bridge,
Glisten like jewels;
A fitting winter’s crown
Over hardened river ice.

Trees wrapped in blankets of snow
Slumbering thru the season,
Offer little refuge on a cold winter day
Except for silent reason
To reflect, on the beauty along the way.

Images of the white breath of solstice,
Like snowy footprints in the mind,
Will remain till I wander this way again
Making spring much easier to find.

This poem was written/submitted by Carolyn Brunelle.

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