A weeping willow stands
looking out over the water
gracefully bends as the
trade winds whip her hair
winter quickly approaches
icicles are forming
the days turn cold
nights are lonely
but soon spring will return
the weather begins to warm
ice melts, begins to cry
the waters will flow again.
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a great symbol of sorrow in literature, and a great natural phenomenon very widely and variously interpreted... a very positive approach Ms. Burns you have adopted in this poem, it is like the acceptance of truth of life! ! !
The poem lets me understand why they call it weeping willow. Beautiful poem.
Lovely Heather, the Weeping Willow is a great inspiration for all poets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully written naturalistic poem, which is very difficult to do whilst still cementing a concept. Inspired.