Monday, November 19, 2012

Leaves of Lights

In the glade, I met my lover:
The willow tree, fierce and strong,
With branches soft and warm for cover,
And roots that spread out wide and long.
Soon the winter will come in shrieking,
Windy and full of its cruel black nights,
But deep in my dreams I'll be secretly seeking,
My willow tree with its leaves of lights.

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