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Friday, April 12, 2013

in the willows

Ah, willow,
willow, a willow's natural
manners keep trouble swept wide
from limbs unbent, but swooping out
and up, an embrace of air, cool
brief respite from summer's
trumpets, as the season comes
on, the willow provides
a canopy of strong limbs,
hung wide with party streamers,
for the party, yes
no -

- there is no cause to weep, in
or around or under this tree.

I am early again, the first guest
asleep on the grass

just me

2 comments:

Mel said...

"When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about"

dogimo said...

Aw no it wasn't!