The Trembling Willow
A willow trembles in the breeze
And stoops in awe as angels sneeze;
Quaking feebly to its knees,
Bending, doleful, if you please.
A day, as this, when squalls blow wild
The willow cries ~ as like a child;
Deserted, sad, forlorn, beguiled,
All aloof, left out, exiled.
Now her branches droop away
Blenching down throughout the day;
Keeping blusts of gusts at bay
Protected from the rainy spray.
Underfoot a lonely duck
Shelters in a babbling brook,
Dabbling in a shady nook
She, safe and sound, her haven took.
Then up above the daylight seeps,
In the sky the sunlight peeps;
Thankful for the path she keeps...
The trembling willow gently weeps.
Alan S Jeeves
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