#wispy
The wispy willow tree sways
The wind is it’s master
Wherever the wind goes the willow shall follow
Sometimes the wind is a little too harsh
Causing the willows frail branches to snap
Sometimes the wind is soft and tender
Causing the willows leaves to swoon and sway
There is telling how the wind may behave
The willow braces it’s roots deep in the soil
It must stay where it was planted
The wind will have its way
The willow has no say
Jun 29, 2022
Jun 29, 2022 at 4:45 PM UTC
Wild and Wispy
or so they say
Willful and Wise
that may be true
Witchy and Wonderful
Could it be
Or so it seems
They may be
Seeing me
from looking in
Or looking through
It could all be true
© Jennifer L DeLong 3/4/2021
Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 12:37 PM UTC
As the chilled breeze wisps across my covered face
I think about the life I've led and wonder
I wonder if somewhere along the path I wronged anyone
Anyone that crossed that path
Anyone that bid me hello or goodbye
Anyone that could have or should have made a difference
Not at all sure why this particular moment and this particular wispy wind has brought such thoughts to my senses
All I know is that thinking so deeply gives birth to the heightened awareness of my faults and weaknesses
What to do
What to do
Brian Hill - 2019 # 244
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 10:19 AM UTC
A frozen chilly morning,
The grass all white and crispy,
My ears are blue, the sky is too,
With clouds of white and wispy.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 3:46 AM UTC