Willow Buds 1 Poem by June Walker

Willow Buds 1



Catkins
sprout
mouse buds
grey
like winter's clouds
sparkling in the sun,
like choppy canal water,
or cat's eyes
at night.
Quiet and still
asleep
until the breeze
brushes past
calling them
to dance in the wind
for a crazy moment
of glory.

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