ONE
osprey standing proud
wind-ruffled feathers
sharp beak, sharp talons
sharp eyes watch for prey
owning this river

TWO
most call you a weed
I see a flower
most would destroy you
I pick your seed head
make a wish and blow

THREE
I wish I could feel
the stories you’ve lived
touch your rough ridges
ascertain your truths
splinters withstanding

FOUR
february lull
deserted branches
streets stripped of traffic
evergreen signals
drive us into spring

FIVE
skating on thin ice
isn’t as dire as
it’s cracked up to be
if the ice holds, it’s
icing on the cake

The Daily Post Discover Challenge: Numbers