The amber leaves tickle me
the graying branches spin
a story made of lilac birds
and grasses made of wrens.

The willow gazes wisely,
and holds me safe and tight
Into a bark of cotton
I sink in fading light.

The stars vie around us
wanting so to see,
the aqua bubbles we create
close together as we sleep.

Rest in peace, Kissy Willow.
You are loved and missed, old friend.