Poem - Pollard Willows

Titia is interested in photography, poetry, family, art, dogs, cats, insects, wildlife, history, war, camping, writing, and the environment.

Spilling Ink in Nature's Garden

Spilling Ink in nature's garden,
turning orange to dark grey.
Storm will blow my hair in chaos,
soppy feet in muddy clay.

Pollard willows are bending heads,
wind is cleaning up the path,
I'll retreat to such a force,
I think I'll have a nice, hot bath.

Sometimes -

you need a shoulder

to lean on,

when times get rough.