Wednesday, April 23, 2014

T is for Tree

Urban Willow
Urban Willow (Photo credit: Ian Sane)
Sanctuary

The world can be a crazy place,
big crowds may be ordinary
but make me crave some breathing space
to sit beneath my willow tree.

Escape is not one time of year,
the brisk air of February
means many layers of cashmere
to sit beneath my willow tree.

Don't think me lonely under here,
my daydreams are legendary;
dragons, fairies, and elves appear
to sit beneath my willow tree.

If you're ever feeling slighted,
in need of a sanctuary,
know you are always invited
to sit beneath my willow tree.

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1 musings:

Sylvia van Bruggen said...

Beautiful poem, I have a willow in my garden and it is such a welcoming, resting place <3