PUSSY WILLOW TREE

For months I have watched you,

Leafless, with winter upon you,

Yet, you indestructibly stood there,

Giving me hope with each new leaf

Appearing under the spring sun.

You became a force in my life,

Your aged branches overhanging my door,

You spoke of a past age when you were planted

In the large grounds of a white mansion.

You grew strong and watched a generation go by.

Then they built a wall by your side;

The lawn you had graced was too valuable now.

But you grew to the side,

And spread your branches to my door.

Your companions – the birds,

Found their home in your boughs,

Bringing music and life in their call.

Now you have proven your strength of survival,

And cast your beauty for me to behold,

A stern reminder of nature the essence,

You must fall.

I will remember when you stood tall,

Overhanging my door.

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About Gabrielle

I was born in Australia and my ancestors migrated to Australia in the 1850’s from England and Scotland. I live surrounded by the sea on Phillip Island with my husband, Michael, who is a visual artist, printmaker and writer. Together we create. My secretarial working life has been varied, but mainly centered in the fields of travel and medical before I started my own small business, a personalized café. My interest in writing did not develop until after my passion for horses which led me to experience many exciting times when I rode to hounds with the Melbourne Hunt Club. But then by some stirring of the soul, I was drawn to write poetry and my interest in the craft of writing began. Now the muse has completely overtaken me and I have many published articles in newspapers and faith magazines. I have an aptitude for editing which I love and have worked as a researcher and editor for an online travel site. I also edited a mystery novel which has been published by Random House and currently I am editing two novels for a Greek film maker.
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2 Responses to PUSSY WILLOW TREE

  1. fourikis says:

    Hi Gabrielle,

    A fine poem. It touched my heart. Write more please

    Regards, Nicholas Fourikis

  2. Andrea says:

    Dear Gabrielle,

    An inspriring poem, and a step forward in appreciating nature and our environment. A true interaction with our world.

    Andrea

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