Willow …


move among the leaves

of woodland trees,

returning the sun and shade

that interwove my childhood days:

of hours gilded by the summer skies

in flickers of selected memories;

stitches in time’s tapestries.

From within the leafy refuge

of the willows

weeping their green tears

at the water’s edge

I see my face reflected

in the slow-slipping

waters of a stream

where, in that harmony

of riverside and sedge

quicksilver minnows played

behind my eyes –

and I,

in my safe and secret sylvan land,

swam with them

in the swirls of dappled dreams .. .

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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2 Responses to Willow …

  1. Shermeen says:

    Reading this is like listening to a beautiful piece of music. Most pleasurable. Thank you.

  2. atomsofstars says:

    What a lovely thing to say, Shermeen .. thank you . I’m delighted you liked it so much ..

    Hope you have a happy day and time to enjoy the lovely weather 🙂

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