'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