Beneath the Cat Willow
The willow blushes in the Sun’s caress,
such a colorful personality lending its’
ambiance to the greenwood.
Tiny catkins peek from morning bud-beds
to greet the dawn of this tangerine day;
willow celebrates the natality.
Her roots run deep, like ancient
ancestors spirits bestowing their
care as she drinks of the dew-laden ground.
I sit beneath her verdigris canopy, watching a
diligent squirrel build its’ nest on a branch and
realize Mother Nature’s profound love for her offspring.
10-16-2020
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (27)any form any theme Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
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