As Winter Falls

Willow don’t weep for me.
Back in the summer
I hid in the shadows
of your leafy canopy.
Now you have left me exposed
for the winter of my content
which falls every year
as the lost leaves
turn golden
then brown
with decay
then white
with the silence
of the first snowfall.
I’m waiting for it
to blanket me with light
and make me smile.
Willow don’t weep for me.

Lynn White
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