Bent Willow

Posted on April 15, 2020


Skillful hands bent

your pliable golden branches

into a welcoming arm chair

and held them fast.


Now, you are here, on the sun porch,

hosting a bookish woman who drinks coffee

and writes poems about

chairs made of willows.


Held in your golden arms,

resting in your lap,

her heart wood echoes a refrain:


Always remember the marshy swamp

where red-winged blackbirds trill.

Remember, remember the wind,

the dance,

the song.

lisa eddy is a writer, researcher, educator, advocate,  musician, and gardener.

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