P***y Willow

They were pleasant spring days, in which the winter of man's discontent was thawing as well as the earth, and the life that had lain torpid began to stretch itself. - Thoreau

seemingly drastic

bodies elastic

souls spastic

hair, lips and makeup anything but sarcastic

imbibing and intoxicated from wooly, syruped cups of plastic

tripping the light fantastic

we danced to the music of champagne flutes

as wise, omnicient owls watched from the woods offering occasional rhythmic hoots

enticing us to put down our weary luggage and remove our heavy boots

allowing us to get back to our liberating roots

our love in unfathomable cahoots

as sure as spring welcomes the p***y willow's soft-spoken, spirant, catkin shoots

Author's Note

"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Pete… we lived in Ohio when I was Five years old… In the early Spring P***y Willow was abundant on the River Edge. Even now in 2024 Wegmans Grocery sells “Cut p***y willow” in Virginia and I have it in our Family Room in a large Vase of Water… for Ambience … thinking of Thoreau… Pat p.s. Phil (the Ground Hog) in Pennsylvania says we will have an Early Spring (as seen on our TV two days ago)….

[Pete]

yes, p***y willows were always a sign of spring. folks what put them in vases. is getting harder and harder to find them as they keep developing land. on the news last night, my weatherman said that phil is only correct 30% of the time ... :)

[andrew mitchell]

Had a feel of the eighties where everything was in excess, waste included.

[Pete]

i grew up in the eighties. hard to shake those influences ... :)

[andrew mitchell]

Me too ……😀😀😀😀