World weeps this funeral day
Steel sky for a shroud
A cold May wind tugs
Gently at my coat
Like a child vying
For my attention yet
Not wanting to bother me
Shrugged shoulders
Depressed in motion
Fallen petals pink and brown
Swirl by a lonely bench
Seeking refuge beneath
The shrugged shouldered branches
Silent birds quickly skitter
Round the quiet lamppost
Weeping world
Weeping willow
Bends it’s branches
To brush my hair like a lover
Dé Máirt, Bealtaine 09, 2006
Weeping Willow...
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totally unrelated...just wondered if you'd seen Bob Kauflin's blog this week. he's giving away free CDs to music pastors with blogs. don't miss it!
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