Friday, March 16, 2012

To Cut the Willow.

I knelt to cut the willow
with pole beans in my mind.
To form a house to twine on
to twist a rope of twine.
But the willow was wild and laden
catkins heavy with life
the bees sang with exhilaration
their pockets full and bright.
I knelt to cut the willow
but found instead a song
of life and light and unbroken desire
to which my memories all belong.

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Thanks for stopping by,
Cammie

4 comments:

  1. Extraordinary pictures and poetry. Did you end up cutting the willow?

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  2. I did! We made a beautiful trellis to grow our beans on and my daughter made multiple fairy houses. These early spring days are so beautiful.

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  3. Beautiful...the photos and the poem. How sweet to make a trellis on which to grow your beans and fairy houses? Love that.

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  4. Thank you Annie! I hope to do a post on what we made with the willow soon....thanks for stopping by!

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