Gregory Stanford Poet Rhyme

Laughing Willow

The willow weeps for me, they say
They play that willow song
What if a willow laughs per se
And we just got it wrong
We misperceive its hanging sleeves
The rustle that we hear
Could be a joke told by the breeze
“Look at that fool, my dear”
The willow dies of laughter, though
We still believe it weeps
The other day I had a go
To listen to the leaves
But it was so serene around
That even birds didn’t sing
Two leaves were slowly spinning down
I couldn’t hear anything..

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Alison A Smith July 27, 2026 at 1:23 AM The willow isnt weeping its laughed so much it's resting. The day was quiet while the willow regained its strength. The tears that it sometimes shows are but happy tears of mirth. Gregory Stanford July 28, 2026 at 10:32 PM Yes, I agree - most willows feel merry and calm. They are rarely cut - however, my favorite silver leaved willow was cut while they were doing repair in the museum's yard. I used to sit under that willow. Thank you, Alison!