From a twig a simple twig
\nI fell to earth
\nAnd I could feel
\nThe life force
\nIt excited me
\nThat I could be
\nA Willow Tree<\/p>\n
In essence absolutely
\nTangible was I
\nThe sap drawn from the
\nRiver’s edge
\nWould take me to the sky<\/p>\n
I can whisper to my goddess
\nHecate to see
\nIf one day
\nThe great
\nORpheus may also
\nCarry me<\/p>\n
I look up at my mother
\nAnd her creativity
\nHer freshness and her newness
\nIt is what i want
\nTo be<\/p>\n
Genuine and authentic
\nTo somehouw emulate
\nThe might and the intensity
\nHer grandness
\nI can’t wait
\nAll those lunar rhythms
\nAnd yet be as sedate<\/p>\n
Her abundance and immensity
\nHer branches overflowing
\nWide ranging ever reaching
\nAll-embracing
\nAlways knowing<\/p>\n
Sinking my white roots
\nInto the loamy leafy earth
\nThe moon was going to call me
\nAll that energy
\nAnd worth<\/p>\n
I though small was bursting
\nWith integrity and zeal
\nThe great cauldron of knowledge
\nFor me seemed very real<\/p>\n
Brigit held her fire festival
\nDuring my monthly time
\nImbolc Spring’s procession
\nTo make its upward climb<\/p>\n
Despite the showers of rain
\nThat fell
\nA modicum of power
\nThe romance in my honest
\nSpurt
\nThe wisdom of each hour<\/p>\n
Dainty delicate fragile
\nCompact though in a way
\nOn the brink of stardom
\nWith a prevalence to sway<\/p>\n
A pinnacle of passion
\nA vantage to be seen
\nIn the footsteps in her shadow
\nI too now would lean<\/p>\n
Across the sparkling river
\nCoursing to the sea
\nEach gurgle flow and murmur
\nWhere i needed to be<\/p>\n
Each breath of life
\nEach flurry the squall the blast the blow
\nI had now to strengthen
\nAnd push my roots down low<\/p>\n
That is the essential energy
\nOf upwards to the sky
\nAnd downwoods with my
\nSearching roots
\nWhere nutrients
\nDo lie<\/p>\n
Ogham five\/ the ovate
\nWithin my bark i hold
\nSalicin to quell the pain
\nOf rheumatic tracks
\nOf old<\/p>\n
My catkins will come early
\nWith nectar for the bees
\nWho are suffering like crazy
\nFrom the arrogant disease<\/p>\n
Wholeness an integrity
\nThats overlooked these days
\nThe universal principle
\nThat everbody pays<\/p>\n
In part but some are wanting
\nThey try to get away
\nWith ever doing their bit
\nTheir regimen is way<\/p>\n
Outside of their being
\nTheir entirety
\nThey refuse to pay a fraction
\nThen their destiny<\/p>\n
May not reach to the heavens
\nDefective they may be
\nInadequate and lacking
\nThe true capacity<\/p>\n
Tough roots track adversity
\nInterlacing they
\nProtect the bank from weakness
\nOn any given day<\/p>\n
Never close to buildings
\nThe river and the stream
\nIts where our heart is rooted
\nAnd where aphid faeries dream<\/p>\n
Our ancestral home was China
\nBut we are spread near and far
\nAt Immortality and re birth
\nWillow is the star<\/p>\n
The witches make their brooms
\nFrom us
\nAnd when the raindrops fall
\nThey resemble tears
\nFrom a maidens eyes
\nFrom Beijing to Bengal<\/p>\n
Unlike the YEW or Chestnut
\nOur life span on this earth
\nIs one of perhaps thirty years
\nBut then we do give birth<\/p>\n
And we are situated
\nIn glorious countryside
\nWhere every day is a picture
\nWhich cannot be denied<\/p>\n
Our need is cool fresh water
\nAnd a close proximity
\nTo the moon and all its glory
\nIn our branches you may see<\/p>\n
Historicity and order
\nTo a spellbinding degree
\nCompelling and symmetrical
\nThat how we are seen to be<\/p>\n
Each emergence from the litter
\nNever fraught with fear
\nWe have the constitution
\nAnd, can soon break clear<\/p>\n
Many lovely animals
\nCome by to say hello
\nRabbits beavers deers all feed
\nOn the goodness we bestow<\/p>\n
Moonwort primrose
\nAn mistletoe
\nAre pals who like to be
\nIn concert with the WILLOW
\nHEcate’s favourite tree<\/p>\n
DR Bach was satisfied
\nA remedy we be
\nThey use our branches
\nFor wands snd flutes
\nAnd for charcoal
\nActually<\/p>\n
Baskets arches willow rods
\nGenus salix we
\nAll our buds are lateral
\nWe are the whispering tree<\/p>\n
Seneca suggested this
\nAnd, he ought to know
\nBeing a stoic philosopher
\nFrom many years ago<\/p>\n
A dramatist and humourist
\nBringing laughter to the court
\nOften he counselled NERO
\nThrough the pains that he had sought<\/p>\n
Solace from a Willow
\nFrom the gathering he saw
\nAs Napolean much later
\nLoved to look up and see more<\/p>\n
Through our splendid branches
\nWhose leaves come early and
\nAre last to leave as Winter bites
\nThe kiss of brimstone fanned<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
From a twig a simple twig I fell to earth And I could feel The life force It excited me That I could be A Willow Tree In essence absolutely Tangible was I The sap drawn from the River’s edge … Continue reading