Bio
Mary Bone has been writing poetry and short stories since childhood. Some of her publications include, The Oklahoma Today Magazine, The Lothlorien Journal, Feed the Holy, Active Muse Journal, and The Academy of the Heart and Mind.
Trigger Warning
The willow tree sags in the wind.
To me it is a symbol of sadness and sorrow,
crying its green eyes out down to the earth.
It’s always the same way, even tomorrow.
I stay down by the weeping willow tree.
I too, cry my green eyes out-
down to the earth.
Burdens are heavy to carry and so is sorrow.
That’s where you will find me and the willow
tree- even tomorrow.
The breeze picks up now and then.
It glides through the boughs in ripples.
The branches seem to moan and bend.
I dry my eyes, but I still have sniffles.
Why are they so sad, day after day?
I guess we belong together,
until a shaft of sunlight breaks through
among the leaves-
that’s where I will always be,
down by the weeping willow tree,
crying our eyes out-together.