If I Were a Willow
If I were a willow slowly dying,
the scent of water you would surely be.
My limbs would reach for you, softly sighing
if I were a willow slowly dying.
Would you linger, close beside me lying,
and would you let your sweetness nourish me
if I were a willow slowly dying?
The scent of water you would surely be.
Andrea Dietrich grew up in Iowa and now resides in Utah with a spouse and two cats. She has two grown children and six grandchildren. Having graduated BYU with a Spanish major/ESL minor, she has spent most of her adult life teaching. It wasn't until 2000 that she began writing in earnest and discovering her "niche" as a writer of lyrical poetry. The internet opened up a new world for her, and she has spent nearly a decade now participating in poetry clubs, acting as a judge of poetry contests for various magazines and for the website Shadow Poetry.