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
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