Underneath the Willow
my new favourite nature spot
Underneath the Willow ...
I stand, basking in the glorious day,
the wind lightly passing my cheeks.
Underneath the Willow ...
I remember the Willow of my childhood,
the one I had to leave behind when we moved.
I remember the Willow of my teens,
the one that was destroyed in the storm a few years ago
and never fully recovered after.
I remember these trees fondly,
for I have always loved Willows;
they have always brought me joy.
Underneath the Willow ...
I can see the sandy beach,
empty and vast, warm and inviting.
I can see the river, sparkling,
like the Fjords of Oslo.
I can see the mountains,
surrounding this tranquil haven.
Underneath the Willow ...
I imagine myself sitting,
notebook and pen at the ready,
writing until the sun disappears.
I imagine a version of myself,
not letting my anxiety think about
all the bugs lurking in the grass.
Underneath the Willow ...
I notice a bench, in loving memory
of a couple, Mr. and Mrs. A --
"Always remembered with a smile".
I think this is the perfect spot,
for my writing
and to gaze upon the Willow.
About the Creator
Kaitlyn Dawn
27, Canadian, she/her
Life & Creativity Coach
reader, writer, and lover of words
https://www.kaitlyndawn.com
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