Raisin wings drape the lake,
lint brush head, a twisting rake.
The neck of a white swan,
a blindfolded snowflake,
Bordeaux shades of body-bending,
layer-cake of spring suspending,
yellow bill of duck upending,
winter’s slushy promises left to rot
entwined in lakeside,
Thanks, Mish, for a great prompt for d’Verse’s Quadrille (44 line poem). Tonight, we were asked tackle the topic of knots. Join us!