Waxing Erstwhile

wandering wearily
through warped wood
a wintry wasteland whitened
watching with weather eye
the wonder of the wild
where weeping willows waver
in twin whorled waters

wistfully wrung writings
weaved on weary walls
wrought with writhing woes
so wont to ride the wind
in wishful wafts of whimsy

as weakened worth
bestows waning warrant
we wallow in our willful ways
waxing erstwhile

Author: Max Meunier

Feminist. Ailurophile. Musician. Poet. Human.

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