A Winter Willow... Sonnet Poem by elysabeth faslund
A Winter Willow... Sonnet
It is time to test the Winter Willows
Rooted on banked edges of Autumn suns
Rivering through September, on their way
Downstream...rapidly tumbling yesterdays
Around boulders into quiet, still coves.
Winter Willows...forever sentinels,
As they were when foliage was Springtime green...
With silent roots, cave deep under this stream...
Supporting, housing, protecting waters
Advancing across the sky. From mornings
Of April, to twilights of November,
Willows journey. Yet, always remember
The Autumn sun, warm, fertilized with years,
Draws young shoots from old roots. Life reappears.
A truly beautiful sonnet, I love the title, it paints a rather warm picture of winter. --Melvina--
Beautifully done. I love a good nature scene. As refreshing as a walk in woods on an autumn morning.
You use words with great skill in this elegant piece describing your bare limbed sentinels and the rhythm of their life beside the water. I loved the weeping willows that shaded the Yarra River of my childhood (since removed by the Council because of problems with their invasive root structure) . We used them as swings and cubby-houses. The light green of their spring growth was unique and incredible. I also remember Andy Pandy and teddy and their willow tree which 'was just like being in a little green house'. Wonderful poem. love, Allie xxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 6:08:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
beautiful landscape, elegantly worded. I'm jealous.