The Trembling Willow

A willow trembles in the breeze

And stoops in awe as angels sneeze;

Quaking feebly to its knees,

Bending, doleful, if you please.

A day, as this, when squalls blow wild

The willow cries ~ as like a child;

Deserted, sad, forlorn, beguiled,

And all aloof, left out, exiled.

Now her branches droop away

Blenching down throughout the day;

Keeping blusts of gusts at bay

Harboured from the rainy spray.

Underfoot a lonely duck

Shelters in a babbling brook;

Dabbling in a shady nook

Safe and sound, her haven took.

Then up above the daylight seeps,

In the sky the sunlight peeps;

She, thankful for the faith she keeps...

The trembling willow gently weeps.

                                   ASJ