Mother Willow

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.)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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