November 22, 2025Poem
Willows weep
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Willows weep
Bluebells droop
The hope of spring
Lost to ruin
Early bloom
Squashed by hard rain
Swilled through
Swollen puddles
Field sprites
Rolling in the dell
Afraid to enter summer
Leaving winter
As an afterthought
The tommyrot
Of spent mornings
Wasted
On daydreams
The swell of empty stomachs
The ache of flat feet
The rise of good cheer
It is easier
To escape from the future
Than your history
Children have a way
Of skipping,
Certain of landing
Unafraid to tumble
How many times
Do wide eyes close
Against the hard calls
Before the waters rise
The picturesque
Becomes a muddy bank
And reality bites.