How the Willow Dances

[A poem inspired by a willow tree I encountered on my walk today]

How the Willow Dances

Tendrils cast down prayerfully
She sways and sways, slowly,
Dancing to the sweet lullabies of the quiet blue sky.

She bows to touch the water.
How the memory of this sweet wet kiss
Laced her dreams as she slept in the season of death.

Does she know how the lake kissed her feet all through winter?

I think she does, because she reaches down with such tenderness,
And she dances with the graceful rhythm of a woman at the centre
Of a sweet unspoken love story.

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