Studio 30 The Prompt – Weeping Willow.
I have adapted a piece I wrote some time back.
Run in-between the rain drops
shouting my name out loud
I turn my head
I feel a blush, I laugh
drops from clouded skies
touch my skin, my
eyes
trickle down my nose
chase me up the grassy knoll
dress soaked through
transparent
I care not
warming winds carry
your words closer
to my ears
“Rose ….wait”
follow me my love
to the top of the
hill where the
willows brush the earth
you love me…is that really
what I heard
spirits shan’t be dampened
hearing those three words
pursue me capture me
my body as my heart
remove my transparency
for I am yours
nothing else matters
not the rain, nor the wind
you love me, I want you under
the weeping willow branches