Sleeping Willow

In a great big valley, between two hills

A willow, stands broken and bent

Her crooked shadows play on the ground

Her bark, now jagged and spent

An old cracked swing hangs on her branches

Where laughter used to reside

A couple of holes buried deep in her heart

A place for the squirrels to hide

The breeze ever gently caresses her hair

As if he's trying to console

A creaking is heard down deep in her joints

The years have taken their toll

She's afraid that this winter might be her last

As she stares out across the hill

Watching the stars all take their places

As the breeze grows quiet and still

The very next morning the flowers awake

Stretching their arms toward the light

The breeze shakes the willow to give her a kiss

To find that she died in the night

In a great big valley, between two hills

A willow has fallen asleep

Well past her prime, a product of time

Leaving just the flowers to weep

Reviews

[Underestimated]

Beautiful. The imagery is stunning. DANG IT. You really know how to write a good poem. I can't believe this is only the second review. You have amazing talent.

[Cherrie]

There is nothing more mesmerizing than a willow dancing in a breeze they always capture my imagination, I loved your image; it was beautiful.