Willows (1)
Willows whisper gratitude,
drooping branches sway,
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 permanance.
Sprightly dancing limbs of fancy,
mighty yet demure,
they prophesy endurance
for those untested and unsure.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2008
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