Category Archives: Willows

Mid-May Quatrain

Under the swelling moon last night the tips of magnolia petals flushed. Now the willow’s first green threads lengthen, tangled in the spring wind.

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The Moon Turned White

The Moon Turned White The moon turned white watching us through the green curtains of the willow tree

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And I Must Speak of the Willows’ Greening Too

And I Must Speak of the Willows’ Greening Too All my chatter about the magnolias in bloom and the latent lilac blossoms ignores the limbs of willows, how they wake slow in spring, stretch and bend down to pull on … Continue reading

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