Willow Poem by Laurie hill
Willow
A star in shrouds of gossamer down,
silver rays, fluorescent moon,
the heavens on earths brow, a crown,
the suns new day is soon.
A willow beckoning to the wind,
in glade of green, by riverside,
as stooped as mortal who has sinned,
as restless as the full moons tide.
why does a weeping willow weep... it weeps for it feels what man feels, and hangs its head in grief.... another beauty L!
Very brief beautiful lines here crowned with the ending, 'as stooped as mortal who has sinned, as restless as the full moons tide.' love the all pervasive wisdom of the omniscient narrator!
This is lovely Laurie, almost dream-like, great imagery, 10 Lynda xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/20/2024 7:45:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
'stooped' is the perfect word. Lovely piece. -chuck