WEEPING WILLOW

A lovely theme and well put together, am still waiting for the happy ones lol, just joking, Yours Ian.T

Beautiful piece, love the image of the weeping willow tree, always a touching portrait of pain in it's own nonchalant natural way. I esp love your ending, has a touch of optimism in the pain. The one line stanzas are different, too, but they flow really well, I was quite surprised how so. Really love it. Peace and love Katie

With such a grace and elegance, I'm puzzled by the OOp's I may be blind or the long hanging branches of the weeping willow are getting in my face and blocking the view, their magic potions dripping into my eyes and making me dizzy. I must find my photo's of a weeping birch tree in Flatdal where the individual hanging tresses are several metres long and sway so beautifully, as you say, in the Summer breezes, with the snow still on the top of the mountain "Skorve" and the heat of Summer beating down on the flat valley and its corn fields and wooden stabburs. I used to take a little child out in a pram and when we went to the park I pushed her under the weeping willow trees and let the branches caress her face, she loved the experience. I also put her under a tree with the Autumn leaves about to drop, and then I shook the tree so that she became covered completely in leaves. Annuccia