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Poem - Pollard Willows

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

Pollard Willows in storm

Pollard Willows in storm

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.

Pollard Willows

Pollard Willows

When Times Get Rough

Sometimes -

you need a shoulder

to lean on,

when times get rough.

© 2017 Titia Geertman