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Old willow tree waits
for me, whispers
in the wind


© 2016 S. Michaels
Ambrosia | micro Haiku

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Author: LightWriters

Life. Faith. Wellness.

4 thoughts on “Consonance

  1. Susan, a most favorite Psalm 137 of my heart is “By the waters of Babylon, there we sat down and wept, when we remembered Zion. On the willow there we hung up our lyres.” I can’t see or “hear” a willow without returning here:)

  2. City kid (Brooklyn NY, then) wonders, just wonders what sitting under the willows as a child . . . could have been like . . . ? Hmmmmm. A certain magical share, this.

  3. I loved sitting under the willows when I was a child. They almost seemed magical.

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