Thursday, April 20, 2006

Spring's Cleaning

The varigated willows
bend beneath my hands;
they've missed me

Like children, leggy
and wayward, their
tender leaves curve
to my hands gently
setting limits

softening the earth,
my fingers
meet earthworms

enthusiastic and satiated;
necessary, welcome friends

without thought,
I become the quiet
of their days

my bones soften;
a curved smile
and cheek turn to sun

welcoming
and expectant
as my willows

Heather Reed

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