Park Life; walking with a monostich

Beautiful today. Truly glorious. Bright winter sun; air chill, fresh and crisp; snow on the high hill sides.

People–strangers–saying, hello; good morning; how are you?

Then, in the midst of it all, to be stuck by a monostich that I couldn’t shake until home!

Here it is below:

Friendly people in the park won’t be there after dark

Non-monostich poems:

Thanks for reading 🙂

N. P. Ryan

Image courtesy Brett Sayles

Credits for other images can be found by selecting the image.

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