The Willow tree

Big and tall
strong and sturdy
dependable 365 days a year
your wispy branches with soft green leaves
cover in a sparkling white powdered snow
your branches hunch over the glossy pond
on this crisp December Winter morning
I look over my shoulder
to a quiet snap by the tree as I wait patiently for the bus
a crystal clear icicle has fallen
yet many more remain twinkling in the morning light
I see fluorescent lights emerge from the evergreens
while I gather my bag and gear
I whisper goodbye to the willow tree
I shall see you shortly
 

anna.dauerman

VT

16 years old

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