“Willow”
Robert van Oort
Languid ripples play patterns of light
Across a misty mirror not quite clear,
Where weeping tendrils cascade limp and bright
Shielding dusky curves that beckon one near.
Meandering brook fair and tranquil now
Flights of splendid fantasies mangled green,
Draped by supple lissom umbrella boughs
Beneath drifts of glistening pastel dreams.
© Copyright Robert van Oort, 12 April 2025
Glencoe Park 