Pine and Willow #aprpad Day 15

Pining For My Weeping Willow

Deep in the middle of the night as I lay seeking

sleep, I’d listen to the soaring stately pine

pillared strong outside our room,

standing, waving in the breeze

scraping at the window to

remind me he was there

dancing with the willow just next door

who wept for joy at his attention - his

whispered love sending shock waves

through her limbs. Her languid branches

sweeping the lawn with abandon, then 

reaching out for him in the wind as he

smiled back and nodded gallantly

Many years ago, my young husband sound

asleep, instead of counting sheep I’d listen

to the couple cavorting in the yard. The

elegant tall pine and whimsical willow

took on a life of magic in the night.

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No longer dancing together,
neither tree survived the
devastating ice storm
of 1991.

JoMae

4/15/18

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