Heart of the Willow

Heart of the Willow

Talking willows

Speak in creaks and groans.

Dictating by essence

Woody tones.

Crying out for less and for more,

Satisfied only in silence

Lest the wind blow,

Stirring aching limbs

Bending and bowed.

 

Calling for matrons and

Lovers beneath root and earth,

To strengthen,

Give what they were.

 

For nature’s wrath,

Let love be pity.

 

The old willow stands

By the gift of many.

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