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Sunday, November 28, 2010

For Willow

The Willows of Massachusetts
Animal willows of November
in pelt of gold enduring when all else
has let go all ornament
and stands naked in the cold.
Cold shine of sun on swamp water,
cold caress of slant beam on bough,
gray light on brown bark.
Willows -- last to relinquish a leaf,
curious, patient, lion-headed, tense
with energy, watching
the serene cold through a curtain
of tarnished strands.
--by Denise Levertov (From the collection, The Life Around Us: Selected Poems on Nature)

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful! I can feel the cold from here. And Willows are my favourite trees. Thanks for sharing! :)