The Willow Tree
Sitting under the willow tree
on a hot and gray day
just passing the evening away
delicate sounds of thunder
rumble far far away
watching the winds run and play
the grass softly turns
as waves in a Jade run
while rolling hill’s laze
a little white house
in the middle of the planes
small distant beyond all
under a haloed sun
dark at noon day, cooling
gentle breeze as it carries a hint of fall
on its way sitting under a willow tree
besides a deep pond watching the ripples
cast a wish upon each stone away
watching every stone as they fall away
my life passing the days away
feeling an ancient House fluttering in the distant
on milky white sands emeralds waters lap
with the tears of forgotten life sitting
under a willow tree
on a dyeing hot brilliant day
a dark shadow on horizon race
tossing the stones of a heavy life away
into a dark emerald pawn
discarding the stains of my barren days
here comes the raines again
falling like a new emotion
drop absently drip
each ripple the moments of thought
the house white haunted the lands
where the wind turns
on times Shifting Sands
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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