As I was walking towards my work today from the bus stop, my client’s wife asked me if I’d like a ride. Sure! I happened to be standing at the end of the sidewalk under a tall willow tree. She said she was on her way. I waited but while I did, I contemplated the huge tree reveling in the wind. I wrote this as a record of my thoughts:

The willow isn't weeping
it is exuberant with joy
Draped tendrils gossip
with the giggling zephyrs
sharing lusty, gusty secrets.
Complicated communication
through a seeminly intricate dance
a bough there,
a swirling circle of leaves,
a historical echo
in contemporary moments.
MM 2023