I wrote this in October 1987, while watching North Sea waves crash on the shore of Noordwijk, Holland. Yesterday I stumbled across it and decided to share it…from the perspective of my own deep roots. Love is enchanting, exhilarating, maddening, shattering, and one of the main reasons we have so many good stories.
Graceful willow Dances with evening winds All through the long summer Wild circles Now east, now west, Sister to the wind. But with the first ice touch She drops her leaves And stands naked, Waiting for her frost lover, Who leaves her quickened in spring. She dances Until the pain of his leaving No longer tears her core. All summer she dances, And when his touch Draws her back To icy embrace, She sheds her summer frock And waits, quivering. Do not weep For her endless dance. Her roots are deep.