A willow leaf flutters in the wind,
loosens and drops into the thrusting
current below.
Whirling, pirouetting, tumbling
like an acrobat, like a ballerina,
it is carried forth.
The tree from which it came calls after:
Come back, resist,
come home. The river
will destroy you.
The willow leaf calls back:
The river is wise;
I've heard he knows the way to the ocean.
The willow tree weeps.
The river laughs.
The little leaf wonders
what's around the bend.
Sonny I love poems about rivers and willows, this one is really great you have told it so well, but seeing is beliving. I have seen it andif you get time read my poem Willow Tree River. Your poem is almost telling me that you have been there too. Your poem was brilliant cheers Sylvie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
got to love the message here. great piece. -Tailor B.