New Leaves on a Willow

blossoming tree

NEW LEAVES ON A WILLOW

Where yesterday were bare gold stems,

March’s windy stratagems

Have today miraculously

Wrought new leaves on a willow tree.

New leaves so mistily winged and small

They seem to spray from a waterfall;

Water cascading headlong to stop

Midway down on its breathless drop.

New leaves so sudden-green they scorch

The somber sky with a fiery torch;

New willow leaves….new dreams again;

New high resolves in the hearts of men.

–Ethel Romig Fuller, Kitchen Sonnets

Wro

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