Weeping Willow

 Rivulets of stringy tears…

Snake down,

Glistening, frozen beads

Of morning dew.

Forlorn, limp of life

Drooping, wilting,

Its gnarled timbered

Shoulders sag

Finally beaten.

The wind rustles

A shuddering cry…

Leaf-life weighs heavily,

Almost touching the ground,

On its knees, down,

Nearly out…

You reach out and touch,

Wipe away the tears,

Caress, offer comfort,

A deep-rooted illness…

Malignant tuber

The tree surgeon administers

Amputation eradication,

Naked, bereft of branch,

As the tear-jerking tendrils

Are clinically removed.

Time will judge, his final verdict?

To rejoin the copse of life

Or become a corpse of death

Bud... or Not…

Alive… or Rot…

Weep… my willow