Quite Willow

On a misty fall morning,

I found myself resting on rustic wood,

bathing in the waking sun rays

slipping through the gusty branches.

You are my secret quiet willow

I am resting under,

and being near you

is my calming nest.

You are the only one

who shared your shade

when I was looking for one.

And I am that someone

who knows the warmth

of your lovely willow shade.