The Willow Waits (Sequel To The Willow Weeps)

There'll be another time, my love, another time for you and me - and when you come to take that step you'll find me ‘neath the Willow tree. For there, set deep, my resting place, where I have waited long for you beneath her boughs, which bended low, full moistened by the morning dew. The clover round me yet still grows, as once it did a time ago - oh, I have lingered far too long through summer's heat and winter's snow. And cold the stone that bears my name, so cold below the burning sun - for nothing could my heart ignite ‘til you and I become as one. The Willow waits for your return, her silent tears remain unspilled - in all her splendour biding time before your beating heart be stilled. The Willow wept, and weeping still she yearns for you to come to me - for I am waiting here, my love, asleep beneath the Willow tree. ©️ February 2024 Valerie Dohren