A star in shrouds of gossamer down, <br />silver rays, fluorescent moon, <br />the heavens on earths brow, a crown, <br />the suns new day is soon. <br />A willow beckoning to the wind, <br />in glade of green, by riverside, <br />as stooped as mortal who has sinned, <br />as restless as the full moons tide.<br /><br />Laurie hill<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/willow-8/
