Winter Willow

When the weeping willow cries
     and sways on yonder hill
whispering wisps of woe it sighs
    in the hush of ev'ning still
 
with graceful limbs her canopy
     shedding the tears she knows
she will bring the first signs of spring
     as rapidly she grows
 
and poets tell her beauty in rhyme
     or perhaps in prose
but for now,her sweeping boughs in winter time
     stand alone in sweet repose
     
 


 

Reviews

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Beautiful!

You should be looking for a publisher!

[AK]

I wish we had Weeping Willows in Alaska. Next best thing is this poem. Nicely done!

[Tammy]

Very pretty...

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Man, this is gorgeous! My fellow contestants have taken this contest to a level beyond my silly simple offering but come see how you like my piece for the Pagemaster 11 challenge. This is just lovely!

[just is]

and poets tell her beauty in rhyme
or perhaps in prose
but for now,her sweeping boughs in winter time
stand alone in sweet repose

I so loved these lines here.
This is a wonderful but kind of glommy write.
I love it. well presented.
Enjoyed this one alot