Weeping Willows

November; and autumn slowly,
Soggily,
Transitions to winter
Grey clouds dilute
The once blue skies
And mulch, and mud, engulf
The warm autumnal hues
October displayed,
Vibrantly
Beneath the auburn canopies
Bare branches reach
Desperately,
Skeletal hands; corpses
Great oaks, now dormant
Maples, and weeping willows
All rendered widows
‘Till spring returns
Its dew drop
Kisses.

S.C. Elliott

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