Love Poem, With Willows

Give me a place to settle. To sit.
To hear the wind rustle the willow branches.
To hear the creek sing its lullaby..

A place to feel you next to me.
Quiet and soft, far gentler than your reputation.
I speak. You listen. You listen some more,

even when I am uncertain what I am saying,
or why. My thoughts in disarray. You know
you are not there for the fixing,

just the hearing
as I fix myself.

About this poem.

Could be a spiritual poem. Could be a poem about friends or lovers.

Mostly, when we are struggling, we know what we need to do. It’s the doing that is hard.

The picture was taken at a nearby sheep farm.

Tom