Gray Willow Trees
Thunders roar a red refrain,
Hands are stiff and frozen.
Gray willow trees - ghastly poltergeists
Sing strains of silver seclusion.
Concentric circles on the surface;
-The lake sips crystal tears
Shattering shadows asunder,
Shrieking euphonies.
Entrapped in chestnut eyes,
Enticed by lips that lure,
Unleashing hollow cries,
I am,to her,manure.