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| Claude Monet - Weeping Willow |
In sorrow the willow will always weep
opening her heart , tears softly flow
crying for a world, she never sleeps
opening her heart , tears softly flow
crying for a world, she never sleeps
planting seeds, dreams can grow deep
beneath moonlight her boughs glow
in sorrow the willow will always weep
protecting precious secrets you keep
hidden in her trunk in the earth below
crying for a world, she never sleeps
in the darkness, the reaper creeps
across the river the wind does blow
in sorrow the willow will always weep
some will fall the mountain is too steep
darkness, the crow instinctively knows
crying for a world, she never sleeps
hope in a horizon, sun begins to peep
will today be the day that love grows
in sorrow the willow will always weep
crying for a world, she never sleeps
in sorrow the willow will always weep
protecting precious secrets you keep
hidden in her trunk in the earth below
crying for a world, she never sleeps
in the darkness, the reaper creeps
across the river the wind does blow
in sorrow the willow will always weep
some will fall the mountain is too steep
darkness, the crow instinctively knows
crying for a world, she never sleeps
hope in a horizon, sun begins to peep
will today be the day that love grows
in sorrow the willow will always weep
crying for a world, she never sleeps
linking with earthweal
For this week’s challenge, let’s spend some time and thought in
our hearts with trees, for nurture, communication, grace and grief. You
decide.
Thank you for visiting - may your roots grow deep
author's note: Today, I went for a walk and a willow branch had fallen in the lake, the victim of the latest storm. A heron was balancing on it and it made me weep.
Beautiful. Your poem sums up life at present. I love the Monet painting you have used as an illustration too. I have never seen it before. Suzanne - Mapping Uncertainty.
ReplyDeleteThank you Suzanne, it is one of my favorite paintings.
DeleteGrief pours so bittersweetly, like the sweeping boughs of the willow -- The fourth stanza here is stellar. Something unfurls from the chest, becomes substantial in this shriven world.
ReplyDeleteThe grief is heartfelt. The Willow is a tree I resonate with, my soul tree.
DeleteI think the willows will keep weeping, so long as they keep standing. A fitting subject for a cascading villanelle!
ReplyDeleteI agree, born weepers for the earth.
DeleteOh the weeping of the willow. I love weeping willow trees, the trees of my childhood. The vision of the heron on the fallen branch is so beautiful. And the tree weeping for the world is so moving.
ReplyDeleteAs, I came across the heron on the Willow I paused in the moment for reflection. I have a photo maybe, I will post it.
DeleteThe villanelle form works so sweetly here. We should all be weeping with the willow.
ReplyDeleteMind you, our neighbour lost 3/4 of his weeping willow 2 or 3 years ago, and it survived beautifully. Those dead branches form a vital part of the ecosystem.
The Willow is resilient, thank you for visiting.
DeleteAnd yet with that sacrifice, the willow gave something to the heron.
ReplyDeleteThat is true and a good observation.
DeleteI think all trees are weeping right now. That's a beautiful image of the heron on the branch.
ReplyDeleteI think you are right so many trees in pain.
DeleteSo bittersweet.
ReplyDeleteThat is is, Sandra
DeleteI always marvel at the patience of herons, and trees ~
ReplyDeleteI think we humans could learn something from them.
DeleteIndeed the willow has reason to weep! There is much to cry about in this world. Nice reading you again, Truedessa!
ReplyDeleteMary, so nice to see you here. Thank you my friend.
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