I've posted this on JD Mader’s 2minutesgo writing blog on his website, Unemployed Imagination. Head over there to read stories and poems,
comment or write your own. Write whatever you like. It’s open every weekend.
Cheers! Have a groovy Saturday. Apparently, it might snow tomorrow.
Willows
We hang solitary
over trickling brook,
salient voice of water
without a purpose;
record days backwards,
journeying to the womb
where speech is dumb,
words unformed, innocence
unspilled, protected.
We talk to the trees,
our neighbours here,
as we bough our heads
in silent suggestion
of a common prayer.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, February 6, 2021
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