Willow

A brilliant drop fell on willow tree.
Down the drop fell caressing the leaves
on limbs weary and tangled.

 

More and more dozens came kissing each
lush leaf withering away. The worn trunk
sheltered under a cloud of drooping arms.

 

The sun ceased to shine as wintry winds
took over with cold stars falling down
chilling the hair of a willow tree.

 

With each frosty kiss on the peeling bark
was a remembrance of the raw bites
of jubilant love gone awry.