Willows That Weep

 

Willows, especially those that weep,

sing a tune that echoes through the years

of our lives.

Graceful beyond compare, bending,

touching the ground

with branches that run tears.

 

Hidden spaces, from rain, heat,

snow or unwanted faces.

Dappled shade with private peeping holes,

seen from the outside are

eyes among the leaves,

both human and avian.

 

Our vintage town had enormous willows

along the river bend.

Majestic, they trailed their tears,

mingling

into the rivers' water,

flowing from one into the other.

 

Lovely summer green, these giant beauties

reached high,

to the sun and to azure sky.

River banks are their haven of choice,

for there they soak up water for

 needs of their weeping.

 

As the wind blows

and weeping branches separate,

hidden spaces are revealed

although never fully.

Branches ripple, bending

to the summer winds,

alone, unique, different.

 

Mysterious summer friend to

all who seek shelter,

both large or small.

Companion to those who need solace,

who must needs find someone

to weep with them.

 

                                              By Jennie