Willow

I watch the weeds dance,
In the grassy playground.
The wind plays music,
through my limbs hanging down.

Jealous is the Oak,
Of my branches so light.
Leaves kiss the water,
Teasing fish as they bite.

But jealous am I,
Of the Maple my friend.
Those beautiful leaves,
Paint the sky at year end.

For those that assume,
By my looks I'm a drag.
It's really the Pine,
That sap makes her nag. 

People seek solace,
In my curtain of leaves.
I am the Willow,
The gentlest of trees. 

8-21-15
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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

Grahamburglar Avatar
August 21, 2015 at 6:20 PM
I once caught a willow branch in a lawn mower. It pulled, then snapped the whole branch. I ended up getting showered in tics and other little bugs. Since then, I fear I view willows as little more than giant bug nests...haha. Anyway, I really enjoyed your write, and the very expressive, and descriptive style. Nicely done, and thank you for posting this. *7*
Williams Avatar
August 21, 2015 at 6:27 PM
Yikes! That does not sound fun! Haha Thank you for your compliment. :)
Hunjeri Avatar
August 21, 2015 at 5:48 PM
Wow very beautiful. I really enjoyed this and i think you will do great in the contest
Williams Avatar
August 21, 2015 at 6:08 PM
Thank you! :)
United Avatar
August 21, 2015 at 4:54 PM
lovely personification - good luck in the contest:-) hugs jan xx
Williams Avatar
August 21, 2015 at 4:59 PM
Thank you! :)
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