Willow

For the tree you grew up with in your yard, playing on and around each day as you grew. This is for the nostalgia.

She bows, succumbing to tears

befallen her foliage

after a slowly fading dawn; 

limbs of weighted sadness

draped in dew. 

Majestic she stands,

though timid in posture,

hindered by the ages

that have passed before her.

Treasured secrets she holds

of youth long past:

chasing of rainbows,

skinned knees

and smiles made of sunshine. 

Disheartened she might be to think

she’s been long forgotten;

however, she will live

in this heart forever.



Author's Note

This is one of two versions I have of this poem. The more I think about it, the more I like this version written in 2010.

Reviews

[Crowley]

Definitely a sad and wispy quality to this, the allusion of bending with the ravages of time and circumstance. But it also relies heavily on the fact that once regarded and respected, that never goes away. Wonderful writing.....

[Doreen]

Thank you for taking the time to review. Much appreciated. :)

[Devons]

I can't think how there are two versions of this - can it be improved?
This is a beautifully touching, nostalgically beguiling piece of poetry. It is accomplished creativity that went in to this composition. It has such telling things to say about time, change, memory and tragedy in feeling. The personification of nature that is achieved here reflects impressively back on the conventional reality of human existence.
Very lovely indeed.

[Doreen]

Thank you. I was supposed to take the other version out. :) Thank you for your review.

[Devons]

Nice to hear from you again.

[Doreen]

Thank you for inviting me to the group, by the way. :)

[wordman]

I enjoyed the read ,sounds like the curtain is slowly fading but our memories never fade

[Doreen]

Thank you so much for visiting and expressing your thoughts. That's right, we have our memories even if we don't live near or see the things we grew up with; we'll never forget them.