A classic from my soppy Dad !
The Weeping Willow
The Willow tree weeps not, with it’s wilted green
like woven braid, hiding that which can’t be seen
within the leafy shade.
What secrets could lie within this arboreal dome,
what is concealed, silent amongst roots and loam,
by parted fringe revealed.
Perhaps a fleeting embrace as two give in to love,
a stolen brief pause, when Eros smiles from above
as his bow and arrow draws.