Gold Green Billow
In early November
sitting upon a stone
the Widow Wyile had occasion
to wait a time
and so to admire
a standing beauty
Her thoughts ran thus:
Weeping willow golden yellow
glinting green
how your wispy branches wave
sinuously as brother wind puffs
huffs and blows
to see the effect
his lusty or soft breath creates
its waft and billow
sets to dancing
your crown of hair
majestic mane
supple tender mellow
flowing from and round about
your curvaceous sturdy limbs
like an sweeping skirt
What a pleasure is your form
your presence too
standing there by the sidewalk
is ample and divine
wondrous willow
image credit for black and white sketch: https://digitalcollections.nypl.org/