'My Weeping Willow' (Revised By: Ash Es) Poem by Linda Winchell

“My Weeping Willow” Revised

Willow branches, weeping low,
shed no tears for me,
shading lovers who once sat beneath,
the brushes of your tree.

buried within the thickened bark,
the sounds of love's first kiss,
hold those moments deep within,
do nothing more than this.

one day your i'll revisit your secrets,
and sit under your green leaf shade,
listening to the whisper of lovers,
a melody that first blush made.

By: Ash es