The Weeping Tree

 

The Weeping Tree

Kathleen Lohr

When the wild mouths
of first love promise
the willow listens.

The earth tastes of silence
and grey swings creak
on butter-soft porches
phrases sway
then fall like feathers
and the willow listens.

While babies smell of jazz
their cries like small mice
in the jasmine silvered nights
and the lights surrounded by moths
whose wings flutter
uncertain on the edges of black
the willow listens.

Inside bricked rooms
when grampa lays
aside his coffee spoon
because the moon is made
of blue cheese
not green
the willow listens.

Sides are chosen
no matter which
it’s the spirit of the thing
and still the willow
with its branches bent
the tips brushing the grass
like loving brooms
listens, listens.

As time is laid aside
like pine cones
that roll on empty roofs
over evening shutters
or morning lace
when the children say
see, see the willow tree
the willow still listens
and weeps.

 

 

As a child, we had a beautiful old weeping willow tree in our side yard.

My friends and I spent many a day under that old tree sharing secrets and playing games.

When I ran across this poem, it reminded me of my childhood memories and how

much that beautiful tree saw and heard.

Fondly, I’ll never forget the sound of the wind whispering through that willow tree.

I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did…

Hugs, Rhonda

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23 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Beth
    May 17, 2009 @ 15:12:05

    The weeping willow tree is one of the first signs of spring in my state. Lovely words.

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  2. Gill.
    May 17, 2009 @ 15:13:47

    I certainly did enjoy it Rhonda and hearing of your childhood memories too. I love willow trees myself too. HUgs Gill. xx

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  3. Amy
    May 17, 2009 @ 15:20:08

    I enjoyed it. I too had a weeping willow tree in my side yard in Canada. I LOVED that tree. I remember playing under it, I remember finding these blue bugs that looked like lady bugs. And I remember the inch worms and these little tiny caterpillars, maybe some type of silk worm…hanging from the leaves. My dad eventually cut the tree down…why, I dont know. I will have to ask him why they did that.

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  4. Brett
    May 17, 2009 @ 15:43:00

    Weeping willow don\’t you cry……had some good memories playing down by the boardwalk, surrounded by weeping willows.Don\’t know if they were false memories or real ones,don\’t recall much between the ages of 5-29,….oh well.Nice blog.Peace.~ Captain Pigtastic ~

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  5. Rhonda
    May 17, 2009 @ 16:04:45

    Amy, my Dad cut ours down too and to this day, I still miss that old tree!Piggy…did you bump your head when you were 4 and recover when you were 30? I didn\’t know Pigs even lived that long???

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  6. Amy
    May 17, 2009 @ 16:07:31

    How long do pigs live?

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  7. Rusty
    May 17, 2009 @ 16:20:12

    Ahhh lovely willow trees, so pretty but if you are the one cleaning up the mess of leaves after a storm well maybe your love for them would dim. That is my sister\’s opinion, she and her husband have to clean up the yard for her Aunt every year and I have heard ger say many times what a nuisense they are so maybe that has something to do with why your Dad removed it Amy.I love to watch them swaying in the wind. Oh Rhonda, I just wonder what secrets they would tell if we could only ask? LOL We may even be shocked. Have a great day evening hun……………Rusty ((HUGS))

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  8. Amy
    May 17, 2009 @ 16:39:07

    I am going to call my dad right now!

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  9. Tracey
    May 17, 2009 @ 16:55:24

    There was one in my neighbourhood. lt was at a doctor\’s office, not a private home, so it was fair game. We swung off it\’s branches many times! l also remember quiet moments inside the branches. Ah, summer. . .

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  10. Brett
    May 17, 2009 @ 16:59:27

    Yeah Rhonda,I bumped my head.Here is the link to that blog on my Space,it\’s a freaking riot,let me know when you have read it,so I can delete you from my list http://thelemondropprotocol.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!C08BFAF8668B0F89!3933.entry

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  11. Angel eyes
    May 17, 2009 @ 17:39:27

    there is a big beautful willow in our back yard angel eyes

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  12. Joe
    May 17, 2009 @ 18:14:12

    You know, I\’ve always liked those but we\’ve never had one growing in our yard. Many of them around here seem to have trouble and don\’t live very long so maybe it\’s for the best but I do like the ones I see. They always remind me of happy times gone by and of course summer.

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  13. Lisa ♥
    May 17, 2009 @ 18:23:00

    This is Just Beautiful Rhonda. Thank you for this one. I just spent a few hours running and walking through my Big Maple trees in the back of the Farm here. We had so much fun. Three injured . All of us . One scaped knee and I and the smallest may each have a black eye. Too funny. Im worn out. And I carry Coby somethime. He is big boy for just about being 2. again Beautiful entry. Thanks for stopping on my Door Step. Have a Wonderful Night.

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  14. Lisa ♥
    May 17, 2009 @ 18:23:51

    PS .. Today I was reminded that meomories are to be made and kept deep within. This just helped me keep more.

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  15. Happy
    May 17, 2009 @ 19:15:44

    The willow tree poem is spectacular, when babies smell of jazz!!! What amazing lines! Butter soft porches. Thank you for post of Ms. Lohr\’s poem. Do not know her as a poet so will look up and see what else. But what a rich poem to discover and savor on a Sunday afternoon. Thank you.

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  16. Sue
    May 17, 2009 @ 20:52:25

    This is beautiful RhondaHave a good week Take careSue

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  17. Why
    May 18, 2009 @ 03:21:35

    Sending lots of hugs & friendship from Australia…loved the poetry…have a wonderful week…love Valerie x0x

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  18. Dianne
    May 18, 2009 @ 09:00:03

    Good morning RhondaI love willow trees . Beautiful poem and photo.Loved reading your blog.Now I must head down stairs and have breakfast and do some dusting, etc. as we are having a showing of the house between 12 and 1. Hope you have a wonderful day and week. Thankyou so much for all the lovely photos in my guest book. They are all beautiful.Sorry I haven\’t been by much lately.I have alot of catching up to do on spaces.Thinking of you and praying for you and Emma as well.Hugs! Dianne 🙂

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  19. sweeti's
    May 18, 2009 @ 12:53:31

    Tis is a wonderful poem and life story of ursi love every wordtx for sharing and ur sweet wishesMJ

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  20. Zeynep
    May 18, 2009 @ 15:34:18

    Very interesting story Rhonda. I didn\’t know that tree. I would like to hear it\’s sound too. Very nice post… Have a good week, love and peace, Zeynep xx

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  21. Samantha
    May 18, 2009 @ 15:50:36

    I love these trees for some reason to me they are peaceful. and i always wanted a tire swing in one

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  22. Carol
    May 18, 2009 @ 21:02:06

    Aren\’t some chilhood memories wonderful Rhonda, a very nice blog entry, Hugs

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  23. Here I Am
    May 23, 2009 @ 13:30:40

    Weeping Willows do have a mystery about them. We have 2 in our yard that we planted. Beautiful poem. Hugs Carrie

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