Poem-A-Day by BlogTramp Ray - The Lady White Willow

The Lady White Willow:

There is a tree on the ledge of shadow and moonlight, on the horizon of a haunting midnight in late January and she is called The Weeping White Willow and she is covered snow white and she is chiming with flakes of frost-ice. There is still warmth that stays, within her smile as she calls for me, every time I feel alone, with my roots anchored, kilometers deep in the dark, suffocating winter coffin of cold clay. I'm outside, a hundred below; I can feel her face, a warmer place when I'm walking with nowhere to go.

And she cries out, a ghostly shrill that whistles through my unsealed window

While her branches sway, brushing off the snowdrift on my soul and the collected conscious troubles of the repressed day.

And she’ll melt all away

On the snowed in ledge of languor where I lay

For when she takes my hand and holds me, where I finally face her

And when I see her waning eyes, like the moon; still gently shimmering from the sunrays

With my gentle heart, once frozen ‘Neath a glacier

My troubles drift away

Like the river rolling down a hill meanders

I rest assured that I am not alone

This place, so safe, so warm, Lady White Willow

And this moon is a looming ghost

And all these stars are frozen, lost souls

Of so very long ago

Burnt out, fallen, flares of blind hope

And the icy pond is a mirror of the giant, frozen sky craters, on life support of starlight

The reflection that the past is still alive

And of dreams represented

In the sky, by what we aim for, and we still have yet to find

Though when I touch her face

While the branches sway

Within warm, safe peace; a cradling embrace

Oh, for Lady, White Willow

I can, still feel her smile

Every time I’m there, I never am alone

For when I feel her sway

And whir the snow-dust slumber from my eyes

My soul can see tomorrow lights

Her softly weeping branches sway and sigh

While dawns’ new breaking light shines like the heavens,

Bright and warm upon my reawakened face