On a windy spring day the willows will sway their droopy green branches all slanted one way and a long wistful cruise does not help me lose ambivalent blues beneath skies of gray.
In my first recollections of being alive, we lived in a little (I guess) house that had a weeping willow in the yard. I think of that willow whenever I see or read about one. Never had one since. Beautiful arrangement of words.
Willows tell a story Some may think it sad or without glory But there's more to be said Of the grace in it's stead Not to break but to bend So the story it can send To us about the news There's so much more underneath Gray skies, if you choose to See past the blues
This one just blew me away. (I can't resist either.) ;)
ReplyDeleteIn my first recollections of being alive, we lived in a little (I guess) house that had a weeping willow in the yard. I think of that willow whenever I see or read about one. Never had one since. Beautiful arrangement of words.
ReplyDeleteWillows tell a story
ReplyDeleteSome may think it sad or without glory
But there's more to be said
Of the grace in it's stead
Not to break but to bend
So the story it can send
To us about the news
There's so much more underneath
Gray skies, if you choose to
See past the blues
makes me wanta go to the beach
ReplyDeleteJust singin' the blues
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