Willow Trees Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Willow Trees
Dancing in the breeze just before a storm, willow
trees dance the hula, swaying their hips, bending
their knees.
Gently sweeping, their fingers slide across the
ground, teasing and tickling the grass without
making any sounds.
Flowing slowly at first, their movements suddenly
are quickened as the wind kicks up it's blowing -
beckoning the storm at last.
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4/24/2024 2:03:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I love Willow trees! dancing the hula As soon as I read that I could picture it perfectly. Would have never equated the two together, but once the image entered my vision I could see it perfectly. Thank you for a wonderful little poem!