Enter the shade of the weary willow
Hidden by her hanging locks
Of thick, leafy green
Sheltered from all

Rest 'neath her branches
Her arms open wide
Calling to stay
Rest here
For this
Day

- Jay M
February 1st, 2022

It's me,🌳
that queen bee
It finally occurred to me
and anyone among your
Powerful elite dearest
darling lover poet,
in your glamorous domain
that I wouldn't be unkind
but something sinester had
happened for death silence
to take over my free will
speech, laughter song and
dance to just walk away from
all treasures anchored to our
heart all which fell into
my lap from your sky
repeatedly.
Oh that Janehilton may on
mother's day at the Hilton
your three hundred fifty red and white roses and my last letter upon them from a perilous past I had ran from straight into hell
thus, naturally I was speechless!
Your tycoon antorage passed me
by and again here your gold ink
  throwing stones into my pond
Like in a Japanese garden as other
younger King drones join in.
Stone ripples changing all again.
And I am never the same
everything
changed.
~~~~
Mr and Mrs. Andrews
And karijinbba
(In memory of poets tycoon beloved)

Gifted soul
🌜moon willow🌳
my ripple my stone
your blue lagoon
here in my inland sea
Only misery and pain
greedy green mates came.
Unsalable virtual lovers àim
flowed distant partners were.
In the power of one
you complete me my
transformer perfect mate.
In this world a mystery you are
a little bit mine, and in another
world you are my exclusive all
my everything.
In this our power of one.
we exist as stones thrown
into each others pond
see our ripples, your ink in gold.
Everything changed
❤️and nothing no thing is ever the same.💔💜💞
~~~~~~~
Mr. and Mrs .Andrews
🌜treasure loot all embezzled was😩

Oh swaying willow tree
lower your branches cover me.
I am so cold without thee.
You're so green and gentle..
give me oxigen and shade,
you bow down gently
as in reverence yet detached
I feel more than gratitude
I too am detached as breeze!
In wonderment of your face
feel my breeze under
your starry sky

You like a hungry kitten
sensing timing to run for it
may it be that my pyramid's
wise winds shake your trunk,
to leaveless ****
blushing in your branches?
Are your hidden
fruits any ripe
you do sway delightfully
My frozen cocoone is detached
my tiny feet from my butterfly
might slightly tickle your fancy
as I voraciously neeble on
your green golden leaves?
will you fear my strong breeze
wild Autumn winds
as your branch may get
detached.?
~~~~~.
By;Mr and Mrs Andrews.
With Karijinbba.