Willow, willow <br />soft swinging low head <br />sadness brings night tears <br />to your breast. <br /> <br />Singing of a night wing <br />circles in the sky <br />down in the darkness <br />a life begins to die. <br /> <br />Willow, willow <br />no answer to give <br />sunlight brings bright <br />eyes exploring where you live. <br /> <br />Songs of happy voices <br />whisper to the breeze <br />but no one see the tragedy <br />that lies beneath the leaves. <br /> <br />Willow, willow <br />watching the world go by <br />evening breathes a stillness <br />near the close of the day. <br /> <br />Cries of distant shadows <br />and shriek of diving claws <br />hissing into silence <br />that will soon engulf them all. <br /> <br />17 October 1979<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-works-willow-willow/
