Oh, sweet willow, I hear your song
sparrows and blue jays sing along
weeping by your side, time to mourn
uprooted your sturdy trunk torn
along the shore where you belong
oh, sweet willow, I hear your song
enchantment was your wondrous gift
teaching love and loss, my mind drifts
fallen, spirits have lost their home
among constellations they roam
oh, sweet willow, I hear your song
your limbs, drumsticks beating strong
sparrows and blue jays sing along
weeping by your side, time to mourn
uprooted your sturdy trunk torn
along the shore where you belong
oh, sweet willow, I hear your song
enchantment was your wondrous gift
teaching love and loss, my mind drifts
fallen, spirits have lost their home
among constellations they roam
oh, sweet willow, I hear your song
your limbs, drumsticks beating strong
ancient guardian, thousands of tears
wept for mankind over the years
two red winged blackbirds sing along
oh, sweet willow, I hear your song
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This is a beautiful threnody. I too lament for fallen trees.
ReplyDeleteWonderfully woven magic. (you know a willow was very important to Arlene and me) So thank you
ReplyDeleteI'm really sorry about that beautiful willow's fall. I know what it meant to you.
ReplyDeletePoor sweet willow. Beautiful dirge, it is easy to feel your loss
ReplyDeleteStrong message & form. We had a willow by our back gate,but we tired of its weeping & whining,& had it removed.Now int stands in another yard up the street, yelling at us as we drive by
ReplyDeleteWe both were thinking of the trees today. Your poem is as beautiful as the willow's song.
ReplyDeleteThe sadness of willows, they age and they die... I hope there will be another willow growing,
ReplyDeleteWonderful - I have two willows in my garden and love them very much.
ReplyDeleteHi Truedessa - love poem ... beautifully brought nature into our world. We need to keep more fallen trees ... as long as they came down naturally ... as our Spotted Woodpeckers find it easier to create their nests in the fallen and dead trees ... but I love willows ... and new ones are easy to grow .... cheers Hilary
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One cannot imagine how so many may depend on it and now it finds itself struggling just to survive.
Hank
...and a sweet song it is! Thanks.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the sound in your poem to the uprooted willow.
ReplyDeleteSad end for your tree, yet a song celebrating gifts of the willow's life.
ReplyDeleteWeeping for the willow. Well penned.
ReplyDeleteThis is stunning.
ReplyDeleteI love the refrain of the quatrain: Oh, sweet willow, I hear your song ~ Sadly beautiful poem ~
ReplyDeleteWonderful post here. Thanks for this post.
ReplyDeleteHey True,
ReplyDeleteWeeping willow
I think I know
Calls your name
In gentle refrain.
Nice poetry
From thee.
Gary, Gary, nary contrary.
Sorry for your loss. I have a willow tree, planted in memory of one from my childhood. Found out my brothers and sisters also loved that old willow tree. Not long after my brother died a branch was hit by lightening - the biggest and strongest branch. . . Although the willow is still standing - that limb, what's left of it is still bare.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, thank you!
What beautiful words for your sadness!!! I am so sorry!
ReplyDeleteIt's hard to see a favorite tree keel over. You wrote a beautiful tribute to the willow tree, Trudessa. One of my favorite cottonwoods fell over about eight years ago. I've been photographing it as it slowly disintegrates. It's amazing that so many parts of it live on, and it has become a home and shelter for many birds, insects, and other animals.
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