A weeping willow
stands silently
at the waters
edge.
Waiting for a
breeze to cool,
her passion
in the summer
heat.
Her eyes become
misty
a gentle rain
begins to fall
slides down her
cheek
drips into the
water.
A breeze
catches her hair
tangles it with
thoughts.
weaving patterns
of yesterday
yesterday so clear,
calming.
So many familiar
faces
familiar and
alive
images emerge
images of someone
special
Reflections of the
past linger
haunting memories
she looks away in
wonderment.
copyright heather burns 2011
Take a bow
What a lovely poem, about my favourite tree. It captures the beauty of the Willow as it deserves. I sketch trees and love to do it. A verse of your poem with my sketch would be a fantastic combination.
weeping willow
If someday you would like to use a stanza from my poem, along with your sketch of a tree,
please feel free to do so. ....just please add my have a good day. heather name to the stanza. (heather wilkins ) my married name
which I now write under. okay. have a good day. heather
woooooow!!
simplistic yet deep....
almost like a situation that is but shouldn't be...
very nice read!! = )
** smile for me!!**