Craig W. Steele

Know ye the willow-tree…
Wander not near it,
They say its branches hide
A sad, lost spirit...
? William Makepeace Thackeray, “The Willow-Tree”


Where willows trail their tendrils through
the muddy waters of a creek,
I’ve come again, remembering you.
Where willows trail their tendrils through
fresh currents born of briny dew,
a tryst with love long lost I seek,
from willows trailing tendrils through
the muddy waters of a creek.