Grandmother Willow

Bent,far-reaching down,tangled, shady fingers whispering low.A gentle touch upon the still water’s skin,Grandmother Willow speaks to me. Her spells tripping the tongue that curls along the dips and rises,bound in bark and thin, long, leaves. She sees me, mirroredbeneath the surface,gazing up throughthe undulating,sinuousshiveringcanal’s curve.Vision veiled in a prism. She sings to me;A throaty emerald […]