Weeping Willow And The Whiskey Moon

Weeping Willow And The Whiskey Moon

In the cool
cast by her shade
there under the tendrils
of her wispy limbs

breath held heavy on edge
in expectation of one who waits
she flows softly in the
absence of air and sets about

her ancient dance
the song of the cicadas calling out
full of lovers sighs and longing whirs
gently she begins to move

lower and lower reach her fingertips
to the bayou laid at her feet
dipping into the purple gluttony
of the lilies that drift

scented of deep earthy mud
and magnolias spent to burst
she whispers soft secrets to
the jasmine and mist

a willing captive to the tide
Weeping Willow opens her arms and lifts
silent voice in siren song
beckoning reflectively in easy waltz

slowly the whiskey moon is coaxed to rise
spinning out the mystery
shrouded in the velvet mists
she cries out as
dark falls on a southern night