The Willow

Last summer, after a long walk, I sat, looking out towards the lake. And there I saw this willow! Weirdly, I felt a connection...

The Willow

The aging willow looked down at me, as I sat upon a bench beside her.
‘Oh my how time has flown’, she seemed to say,
‘Just look at my scraggly bark and twisted branches!’
I looked and touched her aging trunk,
And felt her strength and stability still.
I asked permission to draw her beauty
So I could look upon her and remember her resilience to the pressures of this life.

Photograph by me, Jeannine

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