Willows

WILLOWS

Willow rise and flourish —
A verdant contrast
To summer’s sun-blanched sky —
Lifting your branches ever high,
But then curving, draping 
In arcs on down, with your leaves
So set like rows of tears
In a passion of falling
Over the contours 
Of Mother Nature’s cheeks..
Inviting my spirit to sympathetically
Identify
The symbolic, extending 
Willows grown within me,
Created to mature
With all the stories and storms
Of my life’s passing seasons.


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(c) sally young eslinger 6/25/22
Thanks be to God

identitymetaphornaturepassionseasonsimagism

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