dc willow

'in the middle of the large the pond was an isle planted with willows,

weeping willows, but they didn't look sad to me.

when you swam to the island on a late summer afternoon,

you entered a place of dancing magic.

the drooping branches touching the  lazy water, 

the leaves playing with  sunlight , the water playing with sunlight, 

 small light beams of sparking sunrays, the soft rustling,

i was in my late teens but i  remember that place like yesterday.'

thanks dear Carole for taking me there on a wintry march day,

please have a look at Carole's blog for more willows,

have a sunny weekend

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