It is so very hot today. The only saving grace, the only little comfort comes from less sun and an intermittent breeze.
I wrote a poem about a beloved black willow. I no longer live where I enjoyed her tender beauty. Memories of black willow's healing charms flood my vision. I welcome the flood. The flood, is composed of a million particles. These particles sustain and direct my future writing.
My writing is colored, strengthened, and healed to the degree that my memories come through, like a rainbow through cut crystal by the window of a changing world.
katyajo
7/13/11
