More Than Ornamental

Among stinging nettles and dock leaves
stands a single weeping willow.
Resolute against a galing storm, its branches sway wildly yet lose none of their elegance.
Strong well rounded roots, stand beneath the smooth, slender trunk.
Beneath the bark breathes an inner beauty.
A beauty that awakens the eye of the beholder.

Anticipation

In the silence, a heart pounds noisily.
Flickering screen projects eerie shadows onto plain walls
Breath once shallow, is momentarily paused, watching morse code dance
Skin prickles with electricity
Words are read.
Reply and repeat