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
mvitrano
"JUST ME"
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
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