golden foliage weeps over
liquid glistening memories
undiminished this passage
of moments accord
a living testament
steadfast on ponds edge
with you
stands (i) a kindred spirit
caressing this day
Advertisements
mvitrano
"JUST ME"
Lovely poem Mark. There is something so beautifully nostalgic about willows, especially the golden ones. The purple ones too are fantastic.
Thanks so much Geetha…and I so agree, they have such an old soul quality about them.
Yes, like they’ve taken the weight of the world or something that their branches droop so
I love the poem! Willow trees always seem to carry the most secrets! ❤️ Sorry I’ve been sick with the flu! Hope I didn’t miss many of your posts. ❤️
Thank you Carisa…I’ve been wondering about you. I hope you feel better ღ
Thank you! I’m getting there:)
Very lovely Mark.
Thank you so much Holly ღ