Willow

• Artist: x-unwanted-x
• Description: It gives tons of imagery, it doesn't really have the beat pattern, but read it as if each line is its own beat. It was good enough to get published into "Impressions of Youth" for the year 2004. It is my work of poetry for any of those who doubt it and it is about Autumn. I wrote it in Ninth grade and it was inspired by a story I read in one of those State exams. Some of it may grammatically not make sense, but neither do I, so it exists as I do.
• Date: 07/16/2008
• Tags: autumn willow seasons season leaves

To some it's a spectacle sport most longed for,
Yet I have lesser joy.
The days end sooner than the ones before,
Whilst the moon reigns more and more.
The once majestic trees have lost the aspiration to impress.
This is their last stand.
For the once brilliant greenery that draped their shoulders,
Has gradually altered to an assortment of pigmentation.
Their youthful leaves have sprouted the wrinkle of time.
With each day passing that gentle summer breeze becomes a cyclone of winter fury.
And with each gust the weakening leaves depart onto the gales of which they dance,
Leaving a once proud tree naked with shame.
The leaves tired with death descend to the bottom of the depraved tree,
To soothe the tears of the weeping willow of her stripped remains.