Twisted arms, Willow’s
welcome – cross child’s refuge,
Mother Nature’s balm.
There is magic in a Willow’s presence – so many hours spent, hidden in her arms as a child. Even today, the sight of a willow pulls on my heart. Just one of Nature’s many blessings.
(For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: trees; and RonovanWrites Haiku Challenge: twisted & cross.)
One Woman's Quest II 
A lovely verse.
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Thank you. I appreciate it.
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You’re welcome.
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Oh this is REALLY NICE.
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Thank you.
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Most welcome always.
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What wonderful tree photos you have shown us this week. Thanks V.J. 😀
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Thanks!
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The willow has a place in my heart also. One of my first paintings as young one, was of a willow in a winter scene. 🙂
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Such grace. I liked to sketch trees when I was younger. They never lose their appeal.
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apt description…Willow’s have a way of comforting!
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Yes, they do. Thanks Heather.
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ahh……..this brought back beautiful memories of the huge willow tree that was in my grandparents front yard.
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So glad you could resonate.
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🙂 bless you.
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Beautiful! I agree with you about those Willow’s! ❤
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Thanks!
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