Musings by The Poet Loriet
Whisper, Willow, Whisper
Whisper, Willow, Whisper...
Shhhhhhhh...
The willow whispers
childhood secrets,
compelling me to peek
under its sacred canopy--
espying little girls' tea parties,
innocent first kisses,
a place where diary entries
are shared,
blood-sisters formed.
Beneath this lush, fertile umbrella,
we watch sinewy strands
dance a beguiling ballet.
Our secrets are
willow-whispered,
giggles gift-wrapped by leaves,
but never passing through
the living curtain,
nurturer of our
Secret Garden dreams.
Whisper O' Willow...
Can I tell you my secrets?
Shhhhhhhhhhh...
Lori Beal
Shhhhhhhh...
The willow whispers
childhood secrets,
compelling me to peek
under its sacred canopy--
espying little girls' tea parties,
innocent first kisses,
a place where diary entries
are shared,
blood-sisters formed.
Beneath this lush, fertile umbrella,
we watch sinewy strands
dance a beguiling ballet.
Our secrets are
willow-whispered,
giggles gift-wrapped by leaves,
but never passing through
the living curtain,
nurturer of our
Secret Garden dreams.
Whisper O' Willow...
Can I tell you my secrets?
Shhhhhhhhhhh...
Lori Beal
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Whisper, Willow, Whisper
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