Willow, my willowA Poem by EmpressPoetessI've always been very fond of this swinging lady of nature!
Previous Version This is a previous version of Willow, my willow. Willow, my willow, why does thy weep? fret not teary one, in whispered silence chance be it your precious leaves wither. My journeys have allotted as many to the river to rest along its green banks where you reside seeking the comfort of your cool, dampen shade from heat of sun and words of angry man. When thoughts from me sailed behind closed lids seeking sturdy anchorage from tempest life, thy has assisted me with song birds beauty to ease my pen into delightful musing. Should the fanning of your dancing limbs not wave above me again? Never may that be! what, and lose the sweet songs of the robin? never denounce thy value, stormy willow! Alas, but winter's been unkind to thee stripping my beloved of cherished adornment erasing thy dress of sage in color and silk in touch. Fret not, my willow dear, for spring has listened and brings a warm and tender cure in days so near! © 2011 EmpressPoetessReviews
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StatsAuthorEmpressPoetessDallas, TXAboutA single mom of 4 adult kids. I love to write, mostly romance poetry, but I do dabble in different areas of poetry. I just write what I feel about life. I also write short stories. I live In Dalla.. more..Writing
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