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-