Softly she doth weep

Lady Willow ..oh how thy crystalline teardrops doth shed from thee ..beauty refined, capture smile of dawning light within bauble of pearl dew...
Bough of dreams ,thy magicks knowest unto none save thee ....whisper mongst forest haven , doth ferry thy secret of ancient lore , tho M' Lady , thou art modest indeed ..and thy workings doth falter not...o' wytches knowest thee, thy wondrous weeping ,gift unto Mother ....
Stand ye neath Father's vigil , akin unto Oaken bough ..for thy limbs doth weigh heavy ,tears o forever , but oh such embrace , for thy spirit tis warranted ,that ye shall ne'r be broken , poet , muse and yet artist too ..hath they waxed lyrical of thee , many hath perched neath thy fountains, gazed in awe at thee..
Couples in courtship , lost in adoration and devotion betwixt one another ,hath they sworn sacred vow at thy beautiful mantle , for thou art Altar , shade and healer , there to lovers doth shed tear joyfully , but not as sweetly as thine own blessings ...for Lady Willow we see thy grace upon Winter's hand.. canvas doth it transform , but ye doth wear garb of seasons passage , and still though doth hold most beauteous reign ere more....

2016^(R)/^ Raven 💜 🌹