The willow blushes in the Sun’s caress,
such a colorful personality lending its’
ambiance to the greenwood.
Tiny catkins peek from morning bud-beds
to greet the dawn of this tangerine day;
willow celebrates the natality.
Her roots run deep, like ancient
ancestors spirits bestowing their
care as she drinks of the dew-laden ground.
I sit beneath her verdigris canopy, watching a
diligent squirrel build its’ nest on a branch and
realize Mother Nature’s profound love for her offspring.
Copyright, 2020, M.L. Kiser