Crimson’s Creative Challenge #197 #Fisherman’s dream

Far to the West are pink-hued skies

in silhouette the bridge of sighs

each pillar standing straight and tall

while ripples gently lap the shore

I sit with fishing rod in hand

and wait till I can see no land

for now is the best time indeed

when all the fish come in to feed

and if I’m lucky and am able

will catch a nice one for my table.