Willow leaves fingers' flirt <br />with silver ripples <br />on the pond of dreams, <br />contained by a ring of thought. <br /> <br />Powered by the desirous wind <br />they dance upon the muddied water, <br />the stooping leaves soothing <br />the surface disturbed by <br />that very force that moves <br />the willow tree's hands, <br />with soothing gentle touch. <br /> <br />Only the air <br />returning to stillness <br />can reveal <br />(as the veil of movement disappears) <br />our true reflection there.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/willow-tree-2/
