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| The Willow Breeze |
| Through the willow branches, a filtered vision � no more hard edges, it is a softened view � leaves of delicate resilience play willow games with the breeze, borrow from the air something clear, broach the silence with their rustling � before this affair was the certain past � now, in the air, a cool receptiveness� letting through, letting go� patience, patent flexibility, grace is giving me an idea, a song� |
| �a story, something that the wind has told the willow tree � what wordless messages find me by the river here, waiting for the spark � so I give attention to softness in the air � I see the sun retreating and feel some comfort in the quiet grey � the willow leaves speak louder, in obeisance to stronger flows � open heart, open art, the penitence of love in tears, forgets itself� and laughs into the ground, and disappears � |
| � Copyright Jane Yaeger October 13, 2000 |