A Sea Of Heads

More things about trees

I always wanted willows,

I wish they'd weep for me,

'ore the jagged piece of granite

That lay beneath the tree.

I would idle eternally

'neath those bowing branches,

Resting, withered, peaceful;

Once I'm all but ashes.

But they ripped the willows

Out from the dirt,

No more shade to linger here.

There was need of other pillows,

Beds to rest, and convert.

Without a willow, will I disappear?

Reviews

[Sally Hope]

This is haunting. I cannot decide for whom I feel more sorry - you or the uprooted willows. Thank you for sharing such a beautiful piece.

[Outdated Account]

Thank you for your kind review.