The Willows

“The Willows,” Friend, Mar. 1984, 24

The Willows

Spring came again last week,

Waking grassy meadows

And crocuses that peeked

At blooming pussy willows.

The pussy willows shimmered,

Soft and rich and gray.

I picked one to remember

The cool, springtime days.

I rubbed it very gently;

The rich fur-feeling lingered—

Like holding robes of royalty

Right within my fingers.

Wealth for tickling my nose—

And little brother’s toes.

Illustrated by Jenae S. Westhoff