Friday, July 3, 2009

Mist of Morning


The mist of morning rises
I wake to find you gone
leaving behind just memory
while you, your self move on
sunlight softly filters
through strands of willow tree
wind-tugged, gently echoing
things that used to be
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  1. Rick WatsonJuly 3, 2009 at 9:48 AM

    Lovely post.... the weeping willow is my favorite tree of all. It's so delicately beautiful yet so mysterious in a way.

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