Beneath
the Weeping Willow
Kenneth
Vincent Walker
For beneath the
weeping willow tree
Where the winter’s
harsh winds blow,
I embrace that
warmth inside of me,
That radiant
warmth in which I know.
A fluffy blanket
of freshly fallen snow
Drifting and
insulating itself from me.
No longer shall I
brave the bitter cold
Fast asleep
beneath my dormant tree.
Oh, some may say
it was meant to be.
For this may be
very true, but even so.
I am that man
sleeping under the tree
Beneath the purity
of the drifting snow.
Kenneth
Vincent Walker is a "New Formalist" poet,
spoken word artist, performer and author of Borderline Absurd (An Exercise in Rhyme
and Reason), published by Poem Sugar Press/ Community Arts Ink 2015.