The Willow Cries

The willow
stands silently
at the waters
edge.

Waiting for a
breeze
to gently
carress her hair
carrying it
to the wind.

Her eyes grow
misty
as clouds hover
the horizon.
begin to gather
rain.

As the moisture
starts to fall
she bows her
head.

poem by Heather Burns
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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