Willow
Willow don’t weep.
I won’t keep my sadness inside
your billowing summer canopy.
I’ve waited
for the winter,
the winter of our discontent
which falls every year
as another page turns
and more leaves
are lost
turning golden
first
then brown
with decay
then white
with the silence
of the first snow fall
I’m waiting now
for the songs of spring
to make me smile again.
http://www.activemuse.org/2022_Collections/2022_Open/poems/Lynn_White.html
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