Breadcrumbs
Smiling
across the ravine,
snow
cloaked footbridge.
Prickly
ropes slick with ice,
snow
clad boards pepper sprinkled
with
raccoon tracks, virgin markers,
a
fresh first trail.
Across
and safe,
I
toss yellow bread crumbs
onto
white snow, for starving birds.
Michael Lee Johnson is a poet, editor, publisher,
freelance writer, amateur photographer, small business owner in Itasca,
Illinois. He has been published in more than 880 small press
magazines in 27 countries, and he edits 10 poetry sites. Michael is
the author of The Lost American: From Exile to Freedom, several
chapbooks of poetry, including From Which Place the Morning Rises and Challenge
of Night and Day, and Chicago. See his website for more about him http://poetryman.mysite.com/
I enjoyed this piee Michael!
ReplyDeleteNice poem, Michael. I enjoyed it. I also enjoyed visiting your website. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
ReplyDelete-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)
strong imagery!
ReplyDeleteyou do, dude!
ReplyDeleteMichael,
ReplyDeleteYou are so talented. Amazing for being in so many magazines and in all those countries, too. And maintaining 10 websites, I'm having trouble keeping up with one print one!
Your friend,
David Fox