Lone Maiden

Lone Maiden The willow that rises in this graveyard, buried in grief is solemn, solitary, for seldom does one come to see the sunken bodies, free from joy or grief but that evening, it looked so beautiful, so free. The chains tethering it to the grim facade of so many fallen faces were so loose that pensive autumn's eve, she looked like a damsel in black, graceful arms outstretched to the skies the eternal dark she adorns, she does not grieve. I could stay there for long, I would be so sad to leave the willow that rises in this graveyard, buried in grief. Contest: Nature Scene - Orphan Sonnet Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Dale Gregory Cozart Date: June 6, 2019