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Willows whisper and watch,
waiting, whistling for the marvelous moment…
the subtle occasion,
when everything aligns after egregious life events.
Pine trees, sticky sap smells sweet on wooden edges and peering bark.
Stark is the fading dusk,
and growing musky shadowy wooded forest.
The words of a bolder willow slips,
“I long to brush my limbs gently across the strapping pine tree in the depths of night.”
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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“waiting, whistling for the marvelous moment…” I long for that moment to haha This is so beautiful as always! How do you come up with the most flawless rhymes?!!🫶🏾💗your poetry is such a joy to read. You are such a versatile and talented writer👏🏾
look at the tree.. It's biiig. Loved the poem ✨
The photo is lovely. I love nature, and the wind and water. Nicely Done.
It's nice to see weeping willows whispering and whistling instead. Sometimes we have to took through the trees to see the forest... 🤔
Whoa, the picture is so calming and lovely! ✨ Great job!
This is really cute! :)
Whispering willow. So romantic
Beautiful!!
Hahaha love in the trees❤️❤️
Very lovely poem🖊️♦️♦️♦️♦️