Thursday, October 14, 2010


Weeping Willow by the stream,
letting down her hair of green,
tussled by the passing breeze,
a mournful maiden of all trees.


Anonymous said...

"By the waters of Babylon,
there we sat down and wept,
when we remembered Zion.
On the willows there
we hung up our lyres.
For there our captors
required of us songs,
and our tormentors, mirth,
saying, 'Sing us one of
the songs of Zion!'
'How shall we sing
the LORD’s song
in a foreign land?'"

Andrew Finnie said...

hey hey, long time no see, very ethereal, very beautiful

nice to see you posting. I loved your last work as well

Nicky Linzey said...

This is a beautiful illustration.