From Inside the Willow Tree

 

~ From Inside the Willow Tree ~

 

Hidden under the canopy

of a sprawling willow tree

shelter beckons a weary soul

cautioned against another stroll

to the garden just within reach

where trust has always been breached

and truth shares a bed with lies

 

weep, willow, weep

for love doesn't come cheap

from the tidy rows of bleeding hearts

to the broken promise of the forget-me-nots
there's solace in the weeping

where dreams are meant for keeping

so the garden never dies

 

what's next, beyond the safety of the willow?

its leaves whisper into the winds of tomorrow

poised, as they are, to blow gently on a face

in need of guidance, seeking nature's grace

to create that path less traveled on

where reality mirrors dreams we've drawn

and the garden becomes all it implies.

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  January 22, 2018

 

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 48.10 Topic:  The Tree in the Middle of My Garden

 

Bonus prompts:

Hard (2 pts):  Quote Martin Sheen ("What's next?")

Easy (1 pt):  Include the phrase "in or out of the money" (I did not)