Willow Poem by Jay P Narain

Standing there is my beautiful willow,
I wonder sometimes, why we call it a weeping willow.
Winter, spring, summer of fall,
I adore you more than ever before.

In the winter, you stand lonely in the maze of bare limbs,
The snow and ice embrace your lonely vibes,
The romantic etchings of loving couples on your trunk bark,
Become the petrified book of romance.

In the spring, your beautiful pink blossoms are so enchanting,
Like a newlywed bride waiting for the lover in ecstatic anticipation,
The little swallows chirp from limb to limb adoring this miracle,
I can't stop staring at you and forgetting my woes forever.

Come summer, you are stooping down to touch the hearts,
Laden with the green leaves and silvery shine,
The bird nests are filled with young and growing,
The shades and shelter you provide are heavenly and divine.

Fall comes on you hard; the leaves wither with time,
One by one, they all get blown away exposing your sheltering womb,
The birds and bees, all slowly disappear,
Instead of you, my beautiful willow, I weep for your solitude.