He Is a Shy Willow: Hexsonnetta
He is a shy willow
with a moue of chagrin
hidden deeply within.
March weeps on his pillow,
he wilts like a swallow
immaculate of sin.
His dreams unfold in jade.
As wind disturbs a wreath
an arrow leaves the sheath.
Before the moon a shade,
a silhouette unswayed
as stars does sky bequeath.
The swallow is reborn,
flying high til the morn.
Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2018
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