the wind rustled,
carrying the precious cargo
away from its former home
that was now unsafe for
the passenger.
the wind swirled,
carrying the sound of
a new beginning and
maybe a change from
the usual fate.
the wind stopped,
dropping the willow
into a grassy field.
the cargo was a willow
seed, carried from the
pond edge and
barely an inch long.
the wind left the seed
in its new home,
and resumed
its constant search.
the seed shivered,
cold in the wind.
what would happen to it now?
unknown to
the seed,
the sound of
new beginnings
was beating
to the drum of resistance;
the willow seed
was the linchpin
in a great disruption.
everything
was
about
to
change.
YOU ARE READING
The Hedge and the Willow
PoetryThe beginning of the rebellion was quiet. Just a willow seed being moved away. But when meaning is beginning to be put on the arrival of the willow and tragedy strikes, questions of life and death arise. What are we here for? What are we living for...
