Another of Paul Militaru’s photos with the lovely title of Night and snow over birds prompted this poem. Thank you, Paul!
On the night lake, grey gulls glide,
While snow falls thick upon the ride,
Where foxes pad and pheasants hide.
In summer waters small boats plied
Across the lake so smooth so wide,
Where mallards swim and grey gulls glide,
And many came here, sat and sighed
For lovers lost, for lovers died.
While snow falls thick upon the ride,
As cold as tears I’ve shed and dried,
Like stone I sit in lonely pride,
Among the gulls that drift and glide,
And wait for turning time and tide.