Willow

She dances at the water’s edge
Willow her cascading arms
Suddenly her magick speaks
An elegance of worldly charms

Her fashion sense seems all prevailing
Her symmetry was never failing
A real enchantress who doth share
Her bonniness and graceful air

The music of the rippling stream
That casts a light fandango dream
Out into the world at large
A kaleidescope of camouflage

Fertility the catkin kiss
Pollen sense akin to bliss
Attracting bumbles on the wing
Nectar has that honeyed ring

Sitting by her all the day
Sharing with her every sway
Of triviality she bestows
As inch by inch upwards she grows

Her reflection is mine too
NO 4 was Oghams view
Monthly rhythms turn aside
the moon in whom she does confide