Willow Tree Lament Poem by Deanna Samuels

As I passed the low-cut circle of large stump
All that remained of my favorite willow tree
The smooth roundness of it gave me wonder
The wonder to know more of the tree's circle of life

Though it is no more standing proud and tall
What life has lived and gone around before
Who had passed by it, while guarding the gate
To enter safely into the host estate

What lovers have sat beneath its branch
Whispered secrets to the waiting heart
Telling of undying love for evermore
Perhaps revoked, the other broken to the core

What sobs did the weeping willow hear
Maybe a new widow wiping away a tear
Perhaps an upset child nursing cut knee
Fallen from bike while riding by tree

Two generations have witnessed that tree
Standing sentinel as neighborhood grew
Drawing in from the movements passing
Its life-giving sap gradually growing

How many vehicles have driven in and out
Each their own schedule and business about
The tree was there as they all drove by
Keeping keen watch over their homes nearby

The smooth cut circle has journeyed around
Willow tree guardianship stood well its ground
Memories will recall the fully leaved trunk
By that site of the smooth round short cut stump

Written at Richmond Hill and Courtice, Ontario - 24th December 2021.