Willow

She speaks the language of wind

only the children of sibyls can hear

in the susurrus of her rich sylvan hair

fluttering in the sweet soft twilight

with the scarlet hues of sunset

lingering in the west of the sun.

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2 responses to “Willow”

  1. Masa Avatar
    Masa

    The alliteration and deeply pleasant language drew me in, and I adored the imagery, the painting that you gently crafted here. A genuine delight.

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    1. Stephanie Suh Avatar

      What a scintillating impression on my poem it is! Thank you! It’s a great encouragement!

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