Neath The Willow Tree

Inspired by Murphy's willow tree. A beautiful place to sit and ponder....

Come go with me

neath the willow tree

that exists only in our minds

let us rest and share

some quiet there

while we sit and wonder and ponder

 

spring

Its leafy fronds

we gaze upon

as they blossom in front of our eyes

exquisite blooms

exuding perfume

and showering us in petals

 

summer

summer’s heat

leaves us deplete

droplets of sweat are forming

tracing our spines

dripping onto the vines

tree shades us and we quench its thirst

 

autumn

chiller winds come

with the autumn

tree whispers and sways in rhythm

leaves shed one by one

falling first then are flung

dance their last in the fall samba

 

winter

In winter we’re clothed

with blankets of snow

as we huddle in hibernation

crushed diamonds twinkle

tree branches sprinkle

snowflakes moonlit like glitter

 

 

and here is Murphy's response.... 

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/shawnmurphy/230076/

Reviews

[zainul]

I am used to Bangladeshi six seasons.
You have introduced me to your four seasons like a great teacher in a poetic way.
Best wishes,
Zainul

[None]

What beautiful images. The Willow Tree is amazing and I get lost thinking about old days underneath with your descriptive and well written poem.

[Phil Sanders]

"Crushed diamonds twinkle" ... I just love it .... beautifully written .. should be recited to Vivaldi's Four Seasons .....

[SweetPeachesAlways]

So visually stimulating! I loved winter especially! Excellent writing!

[Nicholas Hallows]

This is a beautiful poem. The language gives it a timeless feel. A very enjoyable read. NH

[Emily B]

A lovely way to mark the seasons hand in hand. The image of the willow works very well.

[Murphy]

Superb!... (in my humble, but correct opinion) :) a beautiful tribute to each of the four seasons... very nice.