It is time to test the Winter Willows
Rooted on banked edges of Autumn suns
Rivering through September, on their way
Downstream...rapidly tumbling yesterdays
Around boulders into quiet, still coves.
Winter Willows...forever sentinels,
As they were when foliage was Springtime green...
With silent roots, cave deep under this stream...
Supporting, housing, protecting waters
Advancing across the sky. From mornings
Of April, to twilights of November,
Willows journey. Yet, always remember
The Autumn sun, warm, fertilized with years,
Draws young shoots from old roots. Life reappears.
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-winter-willow-sonnet/
