April
17, 2014
There
is this beautiful willow tree on the way to the pool and it lodged in my brain
tonight.
Tremendous
Willow
Weeping
willows capture my attention
No
other tree feels as deeply
Wearing
what it is in its name
For
all the world to judge
If
it is indeed sad enough
Or
wanting too much
A
solid knotted trunk of grief
Going
against the grain
As
trees stand with arms raised
But
my willow bends over
Bowing
to all in welcome and service
Locks
of hair-like branches
Turn
twisting to the water or pasture
The
wind blows
It
transforms as a prima ballerina
Otherwise
it resides there waiting
For
someone to sit half-hidden
Underneath
it singing
For
an hour or more
Remembering
a time better then now
But
not so good
As
to ignore the rich present
Underneath
the loving arms
Of
this wondrous willow
That
waters Heaven’s solitude
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