Trees – Hit The North

Weeping Willow

The weeping willow spreads out its tendrils like fingers Quietly enduring, inhales wind, exhales air as bellows Dominating this landscape, a reminder That not all is corrupted.

This is not my tree, but the weeping willow outside my window is. If I take a picture it will reveal where I’m sequestered. There’s something about a weeping willow that soothes me. It’s fragile looking, all drooping, distended, delicate leaves like fingertips framing the town. For me, it’s a reminder of nature’s resilience, aContinue reading “My Favourite Tree”