The Weeping Flower

by Dontay   Feb 26, 2011


Fall just starting,
all the willows are parting.
lefts falling,
the trees grow naked and restless.
the black crow up in the tree
his screeches are all you can hear.
one little flower on the cold forest floor,
leans over and weeps its petals as the seasons change.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Tom Swart

    Very simple and very nice - no excess words to cloud the sentiment you protrayed here. very well done. I can envision each thought you found to express here. bravo!