The Willow

Sun rises a golden glow

winking red passion

night's insecurities overflow

receding in fluffy cloud's fashion.

The willow wisps play and wave

I thought I heard them call our name.

The wind ruffles through whiplashed leaves

I don't understand the weeping.

Don't weep for me, I don't for you.

Probably one thousand rings........

and the song you sing

doesn't sound like the blues.

The willow waves its message plain

grow roots or grow insane

and its calling our name.............

Author's Note

All right richieb, a lie to my words. Wrote in a single day. Not what I am working on, but will get tweaked quite a bit I am sure before I am done. But worthy enough to put on paper, lol.

Reviews

[APOORVA]

amazing, so very touching.
keep up

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

The willow waves its message plain
grow roots or grow insane
and its calling our name.............

Amazing lines. The rhymes the flow and the imagery are all so perfect. Very nice poem!

[Cyndy Robinson]

Thank you so much for your kind words and taking the time to stop by...........

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Pleasure all mine Cyndy :) And truly the poem was very nice

[stargirl23]

I love the imagery in this!!

[Cyndy Robinson]

Thank you!

[Shabeeh Haider]

Beautiful lines. The sun rising, the nights insecurities, willow wisps playing.... Your words have conjured a wonderful image.
A wonderful poem especially the last stanza is very touching

[Cyndy Robinson]

Thank you so much for your kind words

[wordman]

you painted a lovely image here,a poet is a painter with words
and you painted this lovely piece well ~