Widow's Tears Poem by Juan Olivarez

The flower opens in the early dawn,
The Mockingbird intones his song.
The dew lays glistening on the lawn,
In all the world there is no wrong.

The southern breeze rustles the leaves,
Of the trees along the street.
And whistles along the painted eaves,
And runs away on legs so fleet.

The early morning fresh and clean,
Everything quiet and serene.
As the first few rays of light appear,
Dew faints off leaves, like widows tears.


(8/14/11-Alton Texas)