listen to the soughing of
the weeping willow tree
bending gently with the wind,
swaying as she pleases
sallow leaves drift elegantly
velvet twigs of green and brown
sweeping always, bending low
to kiss the earthy ground
she stands with pride, fluidity
a brave, bold soul is she
can stand against the strongest wind
yet give pollen to the bees
let us honor her in stillness,
her beauty give us breath
may she dwell beside the mossy pond
her crown to always bloometh
Dance of the North by Joanne Shenandoah, who was of the Oneida Indian Nation. This song was played during a music therapy conference I attended today. It was played in a training using Guided Imagery & Music, a specific type of music therapy. I fell in love with the song, which inspired this poem.
We had a beautiful weeping willow tree in our backyard when I was a kid. I watched it grow until its crown grew to be beautiful and full. It gave me much joy and wonder over the years.
Musings of a Taiwanese American Adoptee 
Before I read your poem, I had to remind myself what a weeping willow looked like so I saw a few photos first. I’m glad I did before reading your poem. It made me really enjoy it the first time around. It sounds like you have nice memories of your own weeping willow growing up. That’s so wonderful. I love trees. They each have their own personalities…
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I think weeping willows are my favorite tree. They certainly do have their own personalities! Thanks for reading!
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Willow deserves a paean. Thanks for writing her one full of lovely images!
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Thank you for stopping by! I’m enjoying reading your poems and your blog. So much to see.
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