There is hope here
By onemorething
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The willow trees shake their early catkins
and wake the bees who hum their religion
from the droops of antiseptic branches.
The willow trees talk to the moon
in midnight murmurs of watery dreams,
and nests of eggs sheltered, hidden and
pearly, in the higher reaches of their crowns.
The willow trees bend their grievances
until no wind could levitate these leaves
of sorrow, and at the pinnacle
of their suffering they still declare
an allegiance to tomorrow
because hope waits there.
Image from pixabay.
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I was looking at willows
I was looking at willows recently (late summer) having forgotten momentarily whether they shed their leaves. Again, a searching, penetrating and detailed description, well wrought.
Parson Thru
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An intimate look at nature
An intimate look at nature with all its ups and downs.
Just love the Willow tree and the way you describe its leaves as they droop, and how it talks to the moon in midnight mumurs of watery dreams.
Enjoyable read.
Jenny.
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I like the idea of willows
I like the idea of willows talking to the moon and hiding nests off moon pearly eggs :0)
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Catching up and joining all
Catching up and joining all the other willow fans - this is wonderful onemore. you have really done it justice!
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This is our Poem of the Week
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I am amazed at how your
I am amazed at how your output is consistently excellent, o.m.t.. and envious of your brilliance, I must confess.
My best wishes and congratulations, Luigi.
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