fallen – sweet willow
felled by impetuous winds
September tempest
her sisters weep on the shore
and I write her jisei
tall subtle willow
protected young and old
fell – angry winds
© G.s.k. ‘15
This was is what remains of the largest willow in the lake front parks at Riva Del Garda. I rarely could photograph her … she was just way too big – she often was just a few leaves filling in the space around her sister willow.
From last March:
Linked to: Carpe Diem On The Trail With Basho Encore #14 “falling willow leaves”
There’s something about willows that ache and pull at the heart.
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I do agree … I was so sad when I saw the willow had blown down 😦
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Oh yes, I’d have been very sad about that too, Bastet. I’m grieving from afar….
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Thanks or your sympathy…
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Oh my this is sad and beautiful. That photo is is beautiful. The cemetery where my mom is, is filled with Weeping Willows…so beautiful!
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Ah yes … it was a very sad day … our cemeteries are usually surrounded by cypress trees.
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