Weep, willow, fall from grace, your lovely form
With leafy lace; breath, willow, sanctify
Saddened feel of years gone by, outlast storm's
Inner angst, send back youth’s face, fortify.

Keep, willow, all my dreams, forever seems
So close to me. See, willow! Age speeds by,
Crowns of days, misled ways, as scheme’s extremes
Draw ever nigh, fixing truth, in my eye.

Reap, willow, cut my heart, rip past apart,
A useless life, counted strife, nights of blame.
Come, willow, burnish me, extol my art,
Condense the flame; drop your boughs, on my name.

Sleep, willow, bide in time, composing rhyme,
Wisdom waits in silent fate, past its prime.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 11/2/03