The weeping
willow
stands
silently at
the waters
edge.
Watching
reflections
occurring
over and
over again.
Once she
wore
yellow
ribbons
in her
hair.
A signature
of her
youth.
Now leaning
over, she
discovers
the remains
of yesterday.
Forever
displaying
themselves
dancing
before her
eyes in
the waters.
A great poem, I think we all see this now and again as we get older.
what goes away, never comes back................. life this way is real but sad...........
Reflection of Willow tree's hanging strings of leaves nicely reflects life. Thank you.
So succinct, but so deep! People of our age group can easily identify with this leaning willow tree, which once stood erect at the waters edge!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so lovely Heather - very poignant, about lost youth. Beautifully expressed.