THE WILLOW WEEPS
A weeping willow
stands
looking out over
the waters.
gracefully bends
as the
trade-winds whip
through her hair.
winter is quickly
approaching.
Icicles are forming
the days turn cold
nights are lonely.
but soon spring
will return.
the weather begins
to warm
ice starts to melt
she begins to cry
the pond refills.
a(c) copyright heather burns
one of my favorite scene, a willow weeping, soo unique,nice poem, thanks for sharing.