Weeping willow jaded
Evergreen tune faded
October‘s frost nipping at
the heels of September
As the ninth month whipped
me with yellowing switches
So peaceful in its
mortality
Willow standing tall and
prideful
Shaking its leaves with
careless freedom
Willingly releasing flesh
of its flesh to the muddy earth
Surrendering to winters
cold slumber
And decomposition under
stinging chill of snow and ice
The ravaging effects of
death on his body
Cursing my heart with an
enduring pain
Blending with the ringing
of words
That whipped and branded
my mind jaded
Against a Universe that
gave some seven year olds willows to swing from
And others to hang their
innocence upon
E.A. O'Connell
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