My doorway painted a portrait

My doorway painted
                a portrait
  a summer sunset spent
              under a willow tree

the air was crisp and clean.
      upon me played
              a  gentle breeze

I lay in a wakeful slumber.

and the willow above
      she seemed to weep
with each gentle sway
   about the summer breeze
a stately form and so lovely
                  her face

O, Willow so faithful in love
  soon your  shining knight
           will come

By Nancy Smith  �1999