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