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

[JanieB]

Absolutely beautiful. Excellent job.

[Abdul Aziz]

Great! I loved reading this. Such simplicity, but such grandeur too. I like your traditional way of poetry. I'm a great fan of formal poetry too! The meter is a tad uneven in this write, but it is sufficient to lend a great flow to this.
Great work.

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Congratulations on winning the tribute-to-trees contest!

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Congrats on this wonderful winning poem!

[Dominic Rosales]

good poem great submission and a definite consideration thank for sharing your poem and your very interesting mind. thanks

[Kizitaly]

wow....I L..O...V...E...this! enough said!

[Ladysue]

Very beautifully descriptive. A gorgeous piece of writing.

[Stella]

A very nice, neat piece of poetry. I enjoyed reading it. Thanx! : )

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Very captivating Fran... such sorrow yet hope arises from your eloquent words.