tell me more about the willow.
I will braid the branches of
your beautiful hair as I listen.

tell me what sustains you
through the long, cold nights of
winter's dark and quiet moments.

does spring forever return,
and I see you giving shade to
the children you embrace beneath.

tell me more about the willow,
the fire burns hot, the lantern low,
and my fingers are lost in your hair.

I will listen.