Tree Me

This is lovely. It is amazing how strong we can be, you don't know it till you look back.

Intriguing metaphor, and seems very polished form. Rhiannon

Like the personification here, Bee.  Especially poignant for me because coincidentally, I am having a large willow cut down today.  It is becoming unsafe, as it is very old, so I have no choice, unfortunately.  I suppose I shall have to think of it as  having the tree 'put to sleep by a tree-doctor'.  I might be able to live with it then. To use you words, 'Then I'll be ever free from pain'.

Tina

Congratulations to a young sapling from an old fossil on your philosophical thoughts.

Luigi x

Very nicely done. I was told that willows in your back garden were bad luck, and usually resulted in a death. I planted one and became ill, but had chopped it down previously. Maybe if I hadn't got rid of it I wouldn't be here today!

how wonderful.

With the others on this woody tale, I enjoyed the reading.

ps Perhaps you can now add a cherry tree

Very strong piece. Serenity of the tree seems chosen for its calm and then you contrast it with that abrupt, unnatural paring down. My mum's motto, amongst many others, is 'Not all willows will weep.' 

HI Bee

Lovely piece. I think weeping willows are my favourite trees - so early to turn green, and so graceful in the wind. No doubt there are times to be gentle and others to be strong and hard like oak.

Jean

This is a lovely poem, reminded me of the Joan Armatrading song, Willow. Very similar sentiment also.

Nice one

Ed

Willows are such beautiful things, it's good to be one.

(At the moment I need all the Willows I can get!)

Ed x

How did I miss this? It's so sad I love it, perfect. Please do one about Birch

This is so beautiful, strength in its delicacy, as your poem.