They emerge to mate
and then deposit their eggs
on black willow
You could hear the wild birds
sing their pleasure songs
to keep hanging on  
To a birch and hackberry trees
A variety of species
some exotic, have moved in
True happiness became a miserable
of the bully's who had aged badly
the rain they bring for the
Black Willow Tree they sleep
among them crepe myrtle
golden rain oh how the Black Birds
sing on high wanting to fly free
To travel in true love
to the trees laced with vines
where true Love can fly freely
without the bully's
The black willow has large
leaf-like, heart-shaped pustules
green as the leaf of a saw tooth
Rain ruining down like gold.

- Judy Emery © 1984
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery