Majesty

 

I love the way
This willow
Whirls and weeps,
In first flush
Of lemon green
Spring rounded
To the sky

Like some great god
From under sea
With weeds all caught
Into his streaming hair
Rose up to stand
Full high beyond the dunes.

Even in the stillness 
Of an afternoon in May,
Its leafy whispers
Called an echo from the shore.
And in a breath of wind
I was held within
The hand of majesty
That could create
Such proud symmetry of green.

JL May 10 11:59