The Wondrous Willow
All alone in tall grass
She sits in the field
Covered in frost
Are it's olive green leaves
Turned yellow
Resting at her feet
The fawn are bedded
In her vee's
Nests of infants and hosts are filled
Atop sits a crow
From the shelter of the sun
Green moss grows below
The lone weeper sways
Copyright © Charles Messina | Year Posted 2018
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