Winter Willow
Winter winds wail across the willow treeBending her over to touch the frozen stream
Autumn's leaves scatter across the blue ice
Crumbled brown shells of what once were green
Sleet, jagged and sharp, cuts through the air
Coating the limbs of the willow as she weeps
In the frozen cocoon of winter's icy embrace
Like an ancient sage, she slowly moves and creeps
Heavy with ice, she moans in her discomfort,
"Oh, Winter, my branches, please spare
For I am soft as the snow that falls upon me"
Each flake glistened as it blew through the frigid air.
A fleece of white covered the willow's tangled hair
Leaving a sea of powdery snow upon the ground
The willow, she rested and breathed in the freshness
She adored the red of the cardinal and its sound
As he sit upon her branches brilliant in his color
The willow whispered, "I adore you Winter White
For you bring me the shelter that I need to cover
My tender roots as the blizzard roars on into the night."
Kathy Lockhart
9/1/06
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-09-01 at 05:49
Tags Seasons  Winter 
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