under the willow tree
that casts long shadows across my notepad.
pen poised,
closed eyes.
soft breathing, matching
the rhythm of the soft wind,
rocking the leaves
of the willow tree.
notepad slipping from my fingers,
loosening, dropping.
pen following,
tipping slowly onto dewy grass.
under the willow tree,
stars shining
like they're talking to me.
like the universe
is living,
just for me.
if only for tonight.
under the willow tree,
sleeping.
closed eyes,
soft breathing.
on and on,
the willow tree sways.
YOU ARE READING
Simplicities
PoetryA book of poetry, written simply about some things in life. | Started May 29th, 2021 | | Finished June 7th, 2021 |
