In the Spring
this tree has
One Thousand myriad
branches
tender gold shoots
softer than silk
in this wild unpeopled field
Who does this Willow belong to?
Tag: field
Delayed Dawn
The dawn seems to be
Starting late.
So cold I can see my
Breath.
I feel like my inhalations
And exhalations are waking
The birds.
A deer stands
Alone in a meadow.
Lived
Heaven and earth–
Is it so small a thing
To have enjoyed the sun,
To have lived joyfully in the spring,
To have loved, to have thought, to have done?
Sunflowers
Nothing is more cheerful
Than looking at sunflowers
Smiling at the sky.
Goodbye
Outdoors, a breeze makes
All the flowers look friendly.
White butterflies in a field
Are the tattered handkerchiefs
Of those who did not finish
Saying goodbye.
What Do You See?
There are many different
Kinds of cloud shapes
That can be seen in the
Sky above. Children like
To lie down on their
Backs in a field and look
At the big puffy curious
Clouds high in the sky
On a warm summer day.
Some people think they
See angel clouds, others
Think they see shapes
Of animals. When you
Look up at the sky
What do you see?
Weeping Willow
In the spring
This tree has
A thousand myriad
Branches, tender gold shoots
Softer than silk.
In this wild unpeopled field
Who does this willow belong to?
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