The Willow Knows


When the cold winds blow

Through the ice and the snow

In the wind and rain

Though she may creak and strain

Under the hot summer sun

Soaking up a moon lit night

The willow knows


She whispers secrets in the wind

But knows when to be still and listen

To receive and then to give

And flow when strong winds blow.

Nourished by the rain,

 Warmed by sun and cooled by night

She welcomes change.


As I watch her long delicate fingers gently flow

Etched in silhouette on a deep blue horizon

She speaks to my soul telling me how to grow.

My friend the willow knows.