Bolaro Bridge


there were swans
by the bridge today

the thick frost iced
tussocked banks,
reeds and black branches,
chilled pewter
the wide rippled water

black cattle
browsed their silverscape

a pale sky
mirrored pale earth

and time froze

still in the chillness
the swans and the sky

no word,
no crow's cracked cry

the swans
the silence
and I

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