Weeping Willow

I like trees. They have a certain mystery, even magic to them. I guess it's fitting that Merlin be forever trapped in a tree. It seems to suit him.








Weeping Willow
Doran Damon Okkema

i see the ageing willow
has yet to shed its leaves
though fall has all but fled
set free the frost
and frozen air

all the trees
are bare as bone
like kindling wood
that snaps when bent
and when burnt, moans

all is weighed
by winter's stare

blue turns gray
and brown bark breaks
a spider climbs
well on his way
to reaching sleep

when he dies
the willow weeps