Through the winter
Underneath the weeping willow
Where the green leaves stain red,
Withering away
Like the empty space that lies beneath.
While the branches sway and dance in the wind.
And the leaves begin to fall and crumble
Like the scattered remains that settle underneath.
Then the winter arrives and the willow
Blackens from the wind, turning to skeletons.
Like the frozen corpse that surrenders
To the ruined earth.
Then when the cold resides,
And the leaves turn back to green.
I'll still be waiting for you,
Only this time,
No longer the way I used to be
Because I wasted away into crumpled leaves,
Underneath the weeping willow.
YOU ARE READING
short stories
General Fictionthese are all the short little pieces of writing that i never entered into competitions :)
