Down, Down, Down.

Down by the willow tree,
where grey clouds wilter and fall,
silenced by beating;
wistful musings.

Down by the roots,
a resting place;
tears entangling
and budding into the earth.

Now the bluebells rise;
yet woeful in slant, 
still comfort was found
as they are.

Down, down, underneath,
entangled in blue,
now cupped and shown;

once broken pieces
flourished.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I love the willow tree. I like the tale shared and the rebirth told.
"once broken pieces
flourished."
New life create new hope. Your words strong, alive and hopeful. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[jimmy45]

Very descriptive and powerful.
The setting of the Willow tree is very nice