I’ve been here a long time and I am the epitome of knowing a lot of water that has gone under me. I have been unchanged in a hundred years. A little rusty in places, a few planks replaced, but on the whole I have always been what you see.
I have seen the lovers, the desperate, the sad ones who have jumped, the morning wanderers, the evening ones hurrying home to loved ones or eager to escape the rigours of work.
I watch the seasons change, the colours of autumn, who wouldn’t love this time of the year. The rich reds and yellows and the hues in between.
I stand as the sentinel of the past, present and future. The familiar faces, the new acquaintances, the memory of good folk who not only crossed over me but stood and pondered a moment sharing their joy of the season around them. I look forward, the seasons change, the colours vary, I am content in arching this small valley.
bridging more than gaps
as autumn colours flourish
standing strong and tall
Written for: https://dversepoets.com/2016/10/31/haibun-monday-24/