your magesty

the wind it whipped it
the low arching branches
sag and heave
ready to sleep
bare boned and raw
yet we caught it
before the leaves dropped
just as they curled into themselves
saving their warmth

so we cut the branches down
one for you
one for me
and you bent yours around
a leafy willow moon
that you placed on my head

a crown for a queen you said
as you leaned down to meet me

so i worked your moon in my hands
waxing it with care
for your own crown was as full as my heart
was with love

and we walked as if we had our land
arms locked - crowns alike
we danced through the city streets
and granted wishes to all who passed by