Thursday, June 28, 2012

8. HOMAGE TO A WEEPING WILLOW

Across the lakeside meadow,
Where the grasses meet the woods,
I used to sit upon a tree stump
Watching as you stood
Majestically at water's edge,
Slow-dancing with the breezes,
Branch-tips lightly skimming
Lily-padded pond.
Now that you're gone,
The unobstructed view
Gives little comfort
For the loss of
How you married
Earth to Sky, and
How you kissed the Water.

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