My Grandmother's Willow Tree
The branches of my grandmother’s willow tree billowing on a summer day
Around a thick and textured trunk, they fall
Under the halo of thin twirling branches, I sit
You can find me here on a hot day
Hidden from the scorching sun, I will stay
I sit reading, guarded by the branch’s wall
Shining down from high in the sky, light leaving green grass sunlit
The buzzing of bees lulls me into a calm trance, I am okay
The chore of lawn mowing, for now, I will delay
As long as I am here I feel everything will work out after all
The picturesque afternoon lifts my spirit
My grandmother’s willow tree now slouches, under disarray
Bows, reaching low to the ground, branches sag, no longer on display
Once gloriously standing tall
A covering of ice and snow have come to inhibit
My aunt says, soon it will be uprooted and replaced, I feel dismay
My heart aches for my summer palace, standing tall and glorious on a sunny summer day
This may be its downfall
Winter is a good time for a funeral, I say, implicit
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Haley Hanna is a junior pursuing a Baccalaureate of Arts in English with a concentration in Literature and a minor in Creative Writing. She has always enjoyed reading and writing and is always excited to explore new styles of writing to express and explore creativity.