RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Willow Trees - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Dancing in the breeze just before a storm, willow
trees dance the hula, swaying their hips, bending
Gently sweeping, their fingers slide across the
ground, teasing and tickling the grass without
making any sounds.
Flowing slowly at first, their movements suddenly
are quickened as the wind kicks up it's blowing -
beckoning the storm at last.
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