A-Z: Willow

The trees bow down
to the raging winds,
knowing that
resistance causes pain.
Sometimes peace
can only be attained
through surrender.

~McGuffy Ann Morris

There is a quiet wisdom in trees. They can teach us to bend without breaking or to stand our ground firmly. There comes a time for surrender, but we must ultimately decide that for ourselves. Peace always comes at a price.

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“My Writeful Heart”:
A= Acknowledgments
B= Believe
C= Camouflage
D= The Drought
E= Exist
F= Final Departure
G= The Guardian
H= The Horologist
I= Impasse
J= Joseph
K= Knowing
L= The Loan
M= Mirror
N= Number
O= Ozark
P= Mr. Peabody
Q= The Queen
R= Requiem
S= Seeds
T= Thirst
U= Unspoken
V= Victory 

13 thoughts on “A-Z: Willow

  1. Oh, this reminds me of the lovely willow tree in my paternal grandparents’ yard. For some reason it attracted ants, though. I look forward to your fill-in answers. Number four reminds me of the mean neighbor girl and her electric toy car she never let me drive. ~sigh~ Now I never seem to get a break from driving, starting from the day I got my license. Heh… Even my father handed over the keys to his huge truck when he visited last week. At least I didn’t have to tow his camper!

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  2. Dear Annie, trees have always fascinated me, too. I grew up on a farm. On one side of our home grew a cherry and pear orchard; on the other, an apple orchard. One of the apple trees have a limb that was easy to climb to and that was exactly parallel to the ground. So my friend and I would sit there after school, with our legs dangling, and tell stories about what we’d be when we grew up! Good memories.

    PS. I like your poem. It captures surrender. Peace.

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  4. The poem is perfection. You probably didn’t need to explain it afterward, but maybe that will help some readers. We had a willow in our backyard when I was growing up. Great for climbing and hiding. Unfortunately for some trees and people, surrender only comes after being broken or uprooted. I love you introspective poems, Annie. I can usually relate to them. Love, hugs and prayers, Janet

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