Ballads and Tales of Mother Willow

Earth wet with morning’s dew,

The wind sweet, bitter sweet with memories…

She, in sorrows whispered of joys

Tends kindly to her harvests… her mysteries…

Skin rich, worn with time’s gentle caress,

Withered, timeless at a glance,

Where children rampant with dreams,

The pitter-pattering of little feet thunder,

Racing within her earthen troves of labyrinths…

Their memories, they in dreams’ whispered soul fondly kept…

Memories, tainted with sorrows’ pain… hope… regret…

Swaying in her vines of branches,

Dancing in draught-wine winds

Tenderly, longingly, she sings her silent song…

Her tapestry of leaves trembling with delight,

That ballad’s song of songs, tinged, torn with moments swiftly pass,

She daps the dews of tear-torn memories,

Longing to remember… ever longing to forget….

She, upon her crown of jewel’d dew earth,

She in her silent dance,

Ever steadfast and true, poised in gentle grace stands…

Timeless as the days of dawns,

Remembering, longing ever weaving dreams of Shadow-born.

She, ever bitter with a mother’s love,

Tends moments whispered in dreams

Where those lessons in heart witch and bound her,

To be… to remember… to never forget…

She stands ever eternal, ever true.

By Gavion E. Chandler~