weeping branches

by Elouise

weeping beech, aka the cemetery tree

weeping branches brush
lightly against my face and
whisper sweet somethings

* * * * *

a weeping beech stands watch
near the cemetery
white headstones gleam
with springtime splendor

a new grave profuse with white flowers
and a large white-flower wreath
appeared recently
the small brown rabbit
still sits alert

just over a month ago the tree
looked gaunt with bare
contorted branches splayed
draping lifeless so it seemed
toward the ground below

‘the tree of sorrow’
weeps for might-have-beens
if-onlys and multitudes
of the dead and dying
before, beneath and hidden within
our memories and lifetimes

weeping for victims
perpetrators
and all who thought
this could never happen to me
I could never do something like that

living tree of sorrow bows down with
grace, tears and a whisper of
something beyond bitter nothings

Haiku written 25 May 2014
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 29 May 2014