Weeping willow : Writing

Cold Night

Cold Night

A Poem by Weeping willow


Very cold night as I look out my window to see a sliver of the moon hanging in the black sky. Hardly any stars. Just hanging in space, looking like a ..
White Dog

White Dog

A Poem by Weeping willow


This happened back in the seventies,I had just turned 21.Walking the hills of California A true encounter. Could not do anything except wait and see..
Moon

Moon

A Poem by Weeping willow