Speak not to me of
Willows and women,
But tell me of sturdy,
Dependable ones
Who are not afraid
To be boldly touched by
Winds of love, gales
Whipping curves
And over limbs which
Refuse to tremble
Before the blast and grasp
Kisses they welcome,
Standing strong and erect,
Daring all to look and dream.
Donovan Baldwin