The Weeping Willow

I watch the wind
and the weeping willow
the branches  
as they sigh –
the tears of the rain
falling from the skin
these leaves….
now shed upon the ground.

I watch the wind
and the weeping willow
the branches
as they sigh –
now dancing to the earth
with laughter…..
as the branches pirouette.

I watch the wind
and the weeping willow
wishing it were I –
a canopy of life
well rooted……
yet unashamed to cry
or dance upon a moonlit eve
or sing a song….
to the morning sky.

I watch the wind
and the weeping willow
as it gently kisses the grass
all these tender touches
emotions –
which make me sigh.