Willow Weeping

willow

Sun has abandoned our forlorn hemisphere,
Willow sways at the water’s edge
Her wisps dangle, dancing alone.
Missing the shimmy of leaves
Long since gone,
Their brilliant colors
Browned and forgotten,
Her yellows and greens
Spread grey to match
Sky songs.
She is Suffi twirling
In the water’s,
Ebbing
Flowing
Coldness.
Grey waters
Kissed by grey skies.
Finally, her flowers falling,
Down into the
Flowing waters
Falling onto the slowly freezing
Ground soon to be
Entombed in
Snow.

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About m.a. wood

writer, thinker, musician, teacher
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3 Responses to Willow Weeping

  1. M.J. Moores says:

    Reblogged this on and commented:
    Today is a bitterly cold day in the Greater Toronto Area and the stark promise this poem brings rings true.

    Like

  2. dmauldin53 says:

    Reblogged this on Mama Bear Musings and commented:
    Beautiful Winter Poem

    Like

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