Weeping Willow

This poem is hyperlinked to an article I wrote for Phoebe, MD: Medicine + Poetry (https://phoebemd.com/2020/03/21/grief-healing-through-poetry/). The article is based on my poetry podcast Grief: Fire and Ice (https://meelosmom.podbean.com/e/grief-fire-and-ice/).

Weeping Willow

When the old willow weeps,

her shoulders bow to the Light,

for her ancient tears sing

in tune with the spheres.

The Light binds limbs to leaves

and defies the shade.

Her skirt, a shelter to the fallen,

makes good blankets and walls.

Her learning and duty, her strength

in harmony and balance

to stand firm in storms.

We go to her.

Our pain, her food

transmuted into swords and light

for our battles and healing.

In her tears, no regret.

Grief and despair stand aside

in this humble Sallow of Time.

We bow to her

in gratitude.

Copyright© 2017/10/05  Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog; meelosmom@podbean.com (Poetry: The Memoir of the Soul)

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