Willow Song

Photographs by Kate Spence Bridges

Above the setting sun

the clouds are suffused with gold

and the willow tree, hangs delicately

tinged with blushes of bold.

Far beyond, in wintry fields

gnarled limbs curl suspiciously,

like human shoulders shrugging off

the suspended burden of eternity.

There is no eternity, here
in nature's glorious reign

the yellow moon, paper thin, winking

bids farewell to the sun as it wanes.

But the lover smiles at nature's ways

true love understands eternity,

with tears of crystal truth so pure

and a heart of changing constancy.

participating in Moondustwriter Thursday, inspired by the music of composer George Winston and the photography of Kate Spence Bridges' winter in Scotland