The Willow Tree
The willow tree wrapped you in its dark embrace.
Bark had kissed your shell like a dagger.
Emerald leaves stitched a new grace.
Rain fell that day, tearful with its stagger.
You wanted to blend, but it made a trace.
This transparency you left made my world shatter.
May the doves make your soul fly once again dear.
My dreams want you to be adorned in much cheer.
(Written on June 29th, 2017 for Janis Thompson's Ottava Rima Contest)
Copyright © Alyssa Lorette | Year Posted 2017