We had planted the willow,
The October day throwing light -
Even the winter was softened;
But still it failed, had not
Taken a hold, hardy as it was,
It rotted over the months -
So that spring was met with
This failure of ours
Amidst blossom falling like
Belated snow or condolence;
We had wanted it, could not afford
Anything other, this idea to live
By our own means -
This failing then, is in the timing
Of things and success our grass root
To never break a hold.
