Willow In the Mist
A Winter's Dawn
Along the way
To make of hills
Whose shadows fall
Amidst the mist,
and arbor limbs,
In valley's Low
Where there
In such a light
A willow grows
And as if an empty room
Had found music
It returned a new light
Endearing cords played out
By nature's hand
Interlacing the unexpected
To the unseen beauty of life
It was as it had always been
Through days that grew me
And now no leaves to it in spring
It bows as age bares down
But has left its music in me
A requiem of birth
Unmasked
In this early light
How the course of nature gives
Along the way
Gentle, unexpected gifts
A willow in the mist-
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