The Willow Tree

The Willow Tree
stands by the water,
not the tallest,
never stronger -
Than mighty pines
and oaks that grow
taller and live
longer
Yet flexible her
branches, her
swaying limbs as the
wind blows
-That stormy
destroying wind
which picks up
larger trees and
downward throws-
Is cut into a
thousand pieces by
the whipping
branches and reduced
to a whispered hiss
By the little leaves
resistless motion.
The storm is stilled
by this.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Gorelick Avatar
July 29, 2014 at 8:57 AM
Love the way you described the wind blowing through the leaves. I grew up with a huge willow tree in the back yard..oh if that tree could talk..we played for hours under its drooping branches. BG
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace