the weeping willow

the soft hewn branches

fingers shedding leaves in water

this river is neverending

this tree is draping over the waterline

sheltering ducks and water coots

under it's tender arms

the weeping willow

makes a sheltered home

and even in my alleyway i grab the branches

and swing

sometimes they break

sometimes they hold my weight

but always in the wind i hear their swishing call

the weeping willow

whispers all

its tears are only rain that falls