The Willow You Are
A willow you are, it is true!
Showering the air with your feathers,
and brushing grass blades with grace.
On your trunk we em-bark a journey,
from root to heart while mushrooms
settle at the soul of your feet.
Rays race to embrace your sugared dress
on every frosted morning.
The blackbirds betwixt branches,
burrowing from winter storms.
The time comes for the sun to leave your side,
and the mice sleep with you a final time.
