a willow by the riverfrom which no leaf has fallen norbitten by the sunturned orange or crimson.The leaves cling and grow paler,swing and grow palerover the swirling waters of the riveras if loath to let go,they are so cool, so drunk withthe swirl of the wind and of the river—oblivious to winter,the last to let go and fallinto the water and on the ground. (William Carlos Williams, public domain)
Watching the amazing clouds and light here during the past two days, I think of you. Finally I am catching up with your posts. This one shows so well the rewards of watching and waiting. Sigh…..
3 responses to “It is a willow when summer is over,”
Oh my, oh my, speechless, beautiful a million times over! I love them all!!!
Beautiful series!
Watching the amazing clouds and light here during the past two days, I think of you. Finally I am catching up with your posts. This one shows so well the rewards of watching and waiting. Sigh…..
Thanks, Tom.