Weeping willow

I have always been drawn to the weeping willow tree. There are a couple of these trees in Hyde Park that hold my attention for a long while, sending me into a reverie of thought. They are a unique spring addition to the snowdrops and look both playful and doleful on the landscape. Symbolically, they are linked to the moon and water and everything feminine. They help us to get in touch with our emotions, intuition and inner wisdom and spending time around a willow,s moon energy helps us to express our emotions in an authentic way and shifts us to greater personal understandings.

Alongside hazel and birch, the willow draws water naturally and when a twig or branch is disconnected, it will easily grow into a new tree; highlighting that any loss or new direction can bring forth growth and healing.

I included part of one of my favourite verses on weeping willows by 'Apple Leong.'

Weeping willow

Facade, aura, irridescent green and gold,
Yet sad and forlorn story to be told.
How long as thy wept?
Pandora's box of secrets kept?
Oh weeping willow,
Do you persist in sorrow?
Wisdom stamped from bearded leaves,
Languid whisper in your swaying sleeves...


Weeping willow

How graceful the weeping willow weeps;
Tendrils - brushing gently the ground,
Head bowed and humbled,
And a gentle hushing and swishing sound.

Her voice whispers and urges;
Drawing forth to the surface our internal flow,
Crafted in the expressive arts,
A lifetime of mastery of such art and skill.

She reminds us of such roots;
In times long gone,
The heart of the heart,
Her enchantments and wisdom,
Live through us and on.

LB