The Willow

The willow

No wasted tears when I depart

Just keep me close inside your heart

Golden were the years we shared

While passing through life’s portiere

Though love and laughter moments brief 

No time remains for guilt or grief

the buds of spring shall reappear

Remember then I held you near

summer wind will brush your skin

And we shall softly kiss again

Each falling leaf will oft remind 

How passions burned incarnadined

And when the grip of winter’s cold 

Chills the heart to depths untold 

Recall the warmth of loving shared

To melt solstice’s bitter snare

Let her swaying bows remember 

January through December 

For by the pond amorously 

The willow gently weeps for me  

John  snelling

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