Willow Speaking
- Tosca DiMatteo
- Dec 16, 2015
- 1 min read
Updated: Mar 2
When I was young, I had a lot of feelings that I really didn’t know what to do with. And often, I let out those feelings in a poem. I still do from time to time. Willow Speaking Whispering willow what do you say as your branches sway? Your long hair turning brilliant and yellow This warm December air are you basking in this winters' long light? The kittens play beneath your long arms and brush their face on your gentle fingertips. You stand tall as the brownstone homes sheltered from the street side a quiet dance, you seem to play. Upon my balcony, I can’t look away. If that tree could speak, I wonder what would it say? “These seasons will turn as they always do. Winters’ breath is near by. Be patient, but not still life is more than just your will”.
