Under the Vacant Willow

Enjoying the din of silence
that whispered secrets into silent afternoons
tiny feet rustled sleeping leaves
as they walked up to the rumbling brook
They huddled together
and saw their own future
in the crystal clear, fresh water ripples.
Nature snapped up a memoir for the portrait collection
“Say cheese,” they echoed together
The rest of the afternoon
was a melange of carefree laughter
and muddy fingers pointing to new haunts
away from and around the willow
neighbouring the brook
Eyes recorded pleasure at going there
maybe another time soon.
A little latter they napped
cuddled up in the flowery haven
wearing a warm cloak of unspoken words
resounding from all around the abandoned dell …
where childhood never left its hiding place