Willow

I’m weaving a web
between wifehood and widowhood
ready for when what may be
comes to be

wood and water
warp and weft
I’ll drape it over the green willow tree

I’ll make a good ghost of myself
when what I would not
comes to be

when the time comes
for all our unravelling
under the green willow tree
 
Annie Fisher


If you have any thoughts about this poem, Annie Fisher  would be pleased to hear them