Weeping Willow Poem by Helen Crutchett

Straining to catch sunlight
the willow weeps.
Along the riverbank of longing
I no longer feel warm.
My eyes see sorrow all around
the birds have ceased their twittering
My days are closing in with
the night beckoning a moonless sky,
The stars blink back tears.

Lay me beneath the magnolia tree
where I shall see my beloved mountain,
plant buttercups for my head
moss to rest my feet,
in my hands place a lily
on my heart a rose.


(c) Helen M Crutchett (All rights reserved)