Just beyond the garden wall, across the meadow, last night’s dew clings fondly to our willow’s cascade, wrapping it in a crystalline embrace. It shimmers, as if bejeweled with diamonds, that sparkle in the morning sun. A splendor befitting its sensual beauty.
This day has begun bright and crisp. Bird songs lilt gently, carried on the soft breeze. I see you afar, approaching on the garden path, backlit by sunrise. Your hair beams golden in dawn’s glow. I am a smitten lover beholding my beloved!
I watch you as you stop by the willow, head tilted upward, eyes closed, enjoying nature’s serenade. In this moment my love spills over, floods ’round me, until I am afire. When you fix your eyes upon me, your lips sculpt a smile. I rush to you, take you in my arms, swept up on passion’s wings, on this golden morning.
shaded by the willow tall
I kiss your sweet lips
rob kistner © 2019
Haibun Monday–Lost and Found: Nature’s Magic
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Ahhh–sighing, Rob. This is so romantic!
There’s a willow in Philadelphia’s Old City that I’ve taken so many photos of in all different seasons. 🙂
Pleased it resonates for you Merril! Willows are amazing trees. I had a really rough childhood from the mother and her mother, the grandmother, in my adoptive home. We had a huge old willow in the back of the 3 acre property. Big gnarly trunk built for climbing, and a cascade that hung all the way to the ground. Great for hiding. They never found me. I’d stay hidden until my loving dad came home. He was my saving hero — and I loved that tree!
Nice senryu at the end. A lovely image of willow and woman.
Thank you Toni… 🙂
Rob, your love of life is a joy to read through the poetry. That’s a fine specimen of a willow. It looks happy and healthy. I can see why seeing your wife admire it ignited your love for her.
THANK YOU lisa. Love willows in so many ways. I had a very special one growing up.
I think of a willow as a sensual presence, whether it’s the leaves stroking the water of a passing stream or the branches slowly stirring in a breeze. You bring that out with this haibun, Rob.
Love willows Ken!
I like the way the woman and willow merge, both filled with light.
Thank you Kerfe! 🙂
Woww this is utterly beautiful both in word and image! 🙂
Thank you so much Sanaa, your words are most kind!
I love weeping willow….love that it sheltered you when you were so in need. Thank heavens you had a loving father!
I loved that tree! It was under its branches, and in the attic of our garage, that I honed my imagination. My youth was a strange mix of love and terror. I loved the father who adopted me, and showed me how love felt. I have learned to forgive my mother. I realize she grew up in a nightmare of her own.
Life is made up of sweet moments such as these.
I feel the reality of life today could use a bit more sweetening Kerry.
Haibuntastic, RK. My hat’s off.
Thank you so much Ron. Always nice to see your name and face among m comments.
I think willow trees are one of the most romantic trees ever. Marvelous Rob!
Thank you Linda! 🙂
What a wonderful tale of beauty and love… love all the descriptive adjectives in this as well…
Thankyou Björn… 🙂
Lovely romantic writing.
I too grew up retreating under a willow – not for your reasons but just because I was introverted and dreamy. I think it was Robert Graves who claimed that prolonged proximity to a willow would turn one into a poet. Well, you and I are the living proof!
Thank you Rosemary. I had not heard that quote from Robert Graves – but, as you alluded, there must be some truth to it… 🙂
Romantic and affectionate as is the willow.
I am pleased you find this so Sara… 🙂
A willow’s kiss
Reaches deep.
Joy sings
But it always parts
Sometimes with passing
If not with tilting hearts
So hold dear the bliss,
Willows know already
It’s not to soon to weep.
That’s beautiful Lona…:-)
Anyway Rob, I loved the Haibun, very sweet and dear. I tinkered with my comment and attributed you as an inspiration on on my OLN offering tonight
https://lonagynt.wordpress.com/2019/06/28/btt-58-a-couple-poems-borne-of-other-poems/
How wonderful that I was able to offer inspiration Lona. Your poem is quite beautiful.