Willow trees
Address the fields
Draped in flowing flower yields
A canopy in blossom shields
The waning weight
Of winter weald
Returning pools of color swirl
Nurtured patterns fuel the world
Bending rivers out of view
Quenching dirt to start anew
A self indulgent cavalcade
From mangrove bunch to caraway
An overture of bursting brush
Cypress tempers gilded thrush
Rolling green to fill the scene
Amongst the scattered gleams of truss
A name is spoken
Briefly heard
Enraptured in the song of birds
Shadowing a migrant herd
The pampered grass is swiftly broke
When beasts of burden share a word
Silence shuns the splendid grove
Giving grace to chosen few
Turning mist to treasure trove
Whispers sweeping through the cloves
Softened tracks by hunter’s slack
When moonlight sleeps
It shows it’s back
To you
