by Willow

Half-forgotten memories
hang like tattered scarves
from the naked and wintry branches
in the forest of the past,
The full moon casts fledgling shadows.
Mutable and changing
Never meant to last;
How quickly it seems–
A young girl’s hopes become
An old woman’s distant dreams.

©Willow Rose 2011

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