...simmering now on the stove. Not a bad kind of soul food for a damp and dreary day.

Willows

Willows lose their lanceolate leaves
Late, but at long last.
When williwaws whip leaf away from limb
Folioles whirl aloft, then lapse in lazy loops
To lie, belatedly, in loveliness layered on the land.
—JBN