I had the path to myself today.
Bridge from Ralston Ck. to Clear Ck.

On the creek

Abandoned by their constant companions, the red wing black birds,
the cat tails, resign themselves to endure,
in the quiet, gray solitude.

On the creek

The promise of rebirth in the spring, gone,
some remain, unsure,
should they stay or
should they go.

On the creek
