Category Archives: My Willow

Willow’s Song

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Willow’s Song   (Free Verse)

The willow’s song, awaiting,
For how long has it been
Buried deep within my skin
Memories that seem so long ago

There lies underneath the Willow
One bough with its head so low
It transcends the moment
Though it looks for tomorrow

Within the willow, deep in its marrow
I succumb to the heat
Of times when we kissed
There under our Majestic Willow

Much has been said,
Though never forgotten
I long for the time
When returning to the Willow

The song cries of this waiting
It never ceases to sound
In the dark of the meadow
I sit against the bending Willow

Wake up from your slumber
Run to my side
Listen to my song
I call you in the dark

Why is it taking so long?
My voice is hoarse yet still strong
I never see your shadow
How can it be so long, long ago?

My voice is trailing
Embraced under the willow
There is but the sound of wind
Slumber comes in the arms of the Willow

©Hélène Vaillant

 

Journey in the Meadow

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Journey into the Meadow

Self constantly adjusting
It does not mean I am trusting
Though I sense and recognize the Star
That is guiding me so far
There remains a constant asking
Thus, I keep the door ajar.

My journey companions are free at my side
Though I challenge my own Self
For want of being left aside
Unbeknownst to me
We have all been taken inside.

The Pearls are bright
The Fox is light
The Amazon is clear
It leads us all near.

In the meadow we learn the verse
We call together, one sound,
The very first,
The Word of Glory,
Sound of Thirst
Satiated with the Sound
All is Golden when found.

The beat resounding and rebounds
Majestic Willow
keep us safe in the meadow.

Raptures of sweetest movement
the heart captures the moment
When the Willow opens its arms
embracing all life with radiating spark
we receive an abundance of all parts.

The sound is just, it is right
No other equal its flight
White Dove coo echo in the Meadow
mingling with the One Sound
Heal in the morrow.
Hélène Vaillant © – Poems

Touched by the Wind

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Constant is the ebb of my heart
Enveloping all in tender sequence
Flowing dances in the Wind.

Reflections of sparkling hues
Flowing on the wave
Crystal water blue
Charging lives anew.

Golden Willow
Soon you will know
When your arms become bare
How precious your embrace
To those who seek in your care.

Carpet of Willow leaves
The end of a Season
Embedded footprints
Blue Fox, Silver Fox
Along the Majestic mighty banks of the Amazon.

The morrow is near
The climb not to fear
We are entering a joyous encounter.

Solitude is the breeze
Hear the chant of the swirls
Movement of air
With face turned upward
Notice our stare.

Touched by this life
Coming from all around
Oneness is abound
Prince Fox dancing into sight
Pristine White Dove
Returning from a Flight
Mourning Dove “coo”
To everyone’s delight.

Hélène Vaillant © – Poems