The Weeping Willow

by Amy Schile

I stood among the weeping branches of the willow tree
Her leaves caressed my bare back
And Embraced me as if she were Mother Earth herself
Mother to mother, no words needed to be exchanged
Here I wept

I sat at the foot of the weeping willow tree
My dreadlocks my roots and my branches
She showed me beauty
Rustling in the gentle, early summer breeze
Here I wept

4 Response to "The Weeping Willow"

  1. herbalcat Says:

    This is absolutely beautiful, Amy! My favorite place to be in in amongst the trees. :-)

  2. KnottyMama Says:

    Thanks. ^_^ It was a very cathartic experience.

  3. Anonymous Says:

    oh Amy that brought tears to my eyes... I have a deep connection with trees. I love the imagery of the dreadlocks with the roots and branches!

  4. KnottyMama Says:

    Oh, I'm so glad you like it. ^_^

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