Willow Tree Poem by David Taylor

Willow leaves fingers' flirt
with silver ripples
on the pond of dreams,
contained by a ring of thought.

Powered by the desirous wind
they dance upon the muddied water,
the stooping leaves soothing
the surface disturbed by
that very force that moves
the willow tree's hands,
with soothing gentle touch.

Only the air
returning to stillness
can reveal
(as the veil of movement disappears)
our true reflection there.