Willow (1)
Willows whisper gratitude, drooping branches
sway in breezes of full plenitude; they promise
summers of serenity and winters of decay.
Images of grace, gently shivering
in rains of sweet intent, they burgeon
like a testament fulfilled and immanent.
Softly ornamenting with their sprawls
of elegance, they pose like seasoned lovers
who have earned their permanence.
Sprightly dancing limbs of fancy, mighty
yet demure, they prophesy endurance
for those untested and unsure.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2006
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