Weeping Willow Tree - dreaming - thin leafy branches swaying in the spring breeze red winged black birds singing singing maybe about me as beneath the willow tree I dream spring into summer here in my little paradise down by the stream beneath my weeping willow tree deep into its leafy embrace I dream
right now pondering how Siddhartha found it comfortable meditating under the bodhi tree for quite a stretch of time without stirring. this lyrical piece sort of parallel to the bliss one would feel as s/he is attuned with natural world. there are no willows here in my country, but i'll try to meditate in a shade of a nice cozy mango tree, which is an abundance here, and your poem memorized by heart...
Got 2 huge willows on my yard, and I sort of wrote a poem in which one of them played a part on it! Two little birds. Nice job on this one! Your description is poetically accurate. Specially the embrace!
right now pondering how Siddhartha found it comfortable meditating under the bodhi tree for quite a stretch of time without stirring. this lyrical piece sort of parallel to the bliss one would feel as s/he is attuned with natural world. there are no willows here in my country, but i'll try to meditate in a shade of a nice cozy mango tree, which is an abundance here, and your poem memorized by heart...
This is so very beautiful and tranquil. It brings to memory my times spent beneath a very large and old weeping willow tree at a local park where I grew up and the blackbirds flocked there and sang their odd yet beautiful voices. It was net to body of water too. A lovely place to dream away a warm spring afternoon. Outstanding poem. I like the style.
Coyote writes very well, this reminds me of a Japanese lithograph,excellently sketched, quiet, a poem of
understatment ( in a positive sense ) and beauty, fine job
I love wild places.
I love to write.
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I love music.
I love playing the piano.
I love playing the guitar
I love to sing.
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