Who Shared your Willow Tree

by Thomas K. Hunt

Hidden deep within my slumber
In my darkest hour of dawn
I caught a fleeting glimpse of you
Like a shooting star, you were gone

So vivid was your image
It opened a memory
Diamonds in the sky
A weeping willow tree

Innocence woke that morning
When night fell it had fled
Never to be seen again
A memory in our heads

We made each other special
A secret shared by two
Moments in a lifetime
Of only me and you

The one time close to heaven
That's what it was to me
Grateful for the stars that night
Shining high above that tree

Though miles and time separated
Chance meetings still felt the love
Smiles from behind our eyes
Remembering the stars above

Now in my darkest hours
My only time with you
No more chance meetings
For God has taken you

The willow tree no longer stands
Under the diamond sky
Like you it was taken
With the blink of an eye

This memory brings me sadness
Then joy falls over me
Knowing I was the one
Who shared your willow tree


Posted on 09/04/2005
Copyright © 2023 Thomas K. Hunt

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 09/04/05 at 04:09 AM

Yes, our lives and landscapes can be changed in just one moment. This will speak to many who have lost either...and really when you think of it, it is a timely poem as well...with the landscape forever changed in the south.

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 09/04/05 at 04:13 AM

Thomas, the flow of sadness sways with the willow branches. Yet as I read the poem, it is so intensely personal that it appears written to soothe a memory that might still be too new, yet needs to be kept.

Posted by Maureen Glaude on 09/04/05 at 04:49 PM

so powerful and emotional - I've been here before, my love of certain trees and the memories of the dearest times with people, later marked by the loss. Beautiful work. My Martha's Tree on here might speak to you too, it's in my library or my archives section.

Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/04/05 at 11:39 PM

A tree from memory that cries emotion to a lonely heart. So sad. May your tears nourish a broken soul and the salt cleanse the wound. Thanks for sharing.

Posted by JD Clay on 07/28/06 at 03:03 PM

nostalgia stirred with emotional memories make for good poetry. The message I take from this is, love like the tree is a renewable resource yet both remain carved forever in our mind.

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