Weeping Willow

Weeping Willow

A Poem by Wendy Sue

The warm summer breeze gracefully pushed the
leaves of the willow tree,
like all the moving parts of a orchestra playing.

Withered, diseased, dying,
made vulnerable from neglect.
A small dismissed branch lead way to
a bigger process of demise.
From a distance, it still held beauty. 

My ears listened for the message as the 
paper wind chimes sang their history,
begging to relay wisdom.

The dry leaves hung on, grasping to stay unified
with the only beauty they had known.
Slowly, under protest, they gave way to the
gentle guidance of the breeze.

© 2018 Wendy Sue


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I love willow trees. They don't grow in Florida. You've captured their essence here.

Posted 7 Years Ago


You have created a beautiful imagery. I liked the metaphor paper wind chime.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wendy Sue

7 Years Ago

Thank you very much Najam
Najam Us Saher

7 Years Ago

You're welcome

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Added on March 11, 2017
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Wendy Sue
Wendy Sue

San Diego, CA



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