Reaping the Whirlwind
Weeping willow in winter,
its limbs limp with frozen tears…
awaiting the break of spring.
Age weighs wearily upon my shoulders
hunched over with mounting years.
I'll sleep good tonight and
silently slip into a somber slumber,
For once I will not
dream any dreams.
In the gathering gloom of twilight
Oh, I'll sleep well tonight and
dread not the break of a new day!
~Contest by Laura Loo, One of Five
~Prompt: Weeping Willow tree
~words count: 65
~5/15/17
Copyright © Abdul Malik | Year Posted 2017
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