Weeping Willow

about woman; using a willow tree as a metaphor

Weeping willow~

Swaying gracefully
in errant breeze.
Hiding sorrow and pain
in cascading leaves.

Caressing rich soil
with feathery fronds.
Gently but firmly tethered,
by earthly bonds

Fluid strength
bends during the storm.
Never breaking,
keeping perfect form.

Roots buried deep
to keep from dying.
Listen close!
Do you hear it crying?

Author's Note

Poem 06/06/2011; Photo is also by me TM Tate March 2011

Reviews

[kamiya]

Absolutely beautifully capture beauty in a wondrous way.

[Ruth]

Oh my goodness..you have mastered the beauty of the weeping willow in such a concise and beautiful manner..I am in awe of this beauty xx

[A little tipsy]

Lovely poem with such a wonderful metaphor. It reads with such grace and flows smoothly as each word is spoken. The imagery fills each line and allows the reader to be there un der the Willow tree. Bravo on such an amazing write.

[Darryl Davis]

Nice poem AND photo!

[MysticMirage]

Wonderful Metaphor, works perfectly. The poem itself reads like a breze too, well done!

[solitare]

This is lovely. I've always adored Weeping Willows, they are so poetic in themselves. You capture its feeling beautifully. Wonderful rhyme and flow.

[Daytonight]

This is a beautiful poem describing my favorite tree! Your imagery is fabulous. The rhyme and flow are great. Keep on penning.