Boy walked to the woods
on a warm fall day
and fell at the foot
of the beautiful willow
lost, lost, lost
in winsome branches
dancing over his head
till sun fell down
low toward
Earth’s end
so up he stood
and
resolved toward west’s
lone star rising
but not before
carving deep to
Willow’s core
planting one silver piece
while singing –
"may this light your depths
and mark bright open heart
till I lie beneath the wind kissed
canopy of your over-arching arms"
then boy left
to the music and rustle
of night-shod leaves
and Willow bleeding sap
like tears to the ground