Weeping Willow

I see you
just beyond that group of shrubs,
standing in the shadows and the breeze
You're waving slightly - leaning toward something...
I can't quite make it out
The light of sunset fades across your arms
Your slender form quivers gently
almost indistinguishable against the twilight

The entire day has built to this event
as silence holds you tenderly in this moment...
Now forgotten under a silver sky.