A Cottage there by the Willows
By the willows,
where the sun shone gazing,
streaming through arbors hazed,
And apple-cider scents were fermenting,
by a pasture where the tree-people play ----
sits a cottage by the bay
Where the willows weep long to seeking love,
and sway they through will-o-wisps above,
Every evening the mountains moan with mists,
with rainbows upon their darkling tips;
polka-dot rocks along the path....
and always butterfly's about the saplings,
red earth rich from summer moons....
(a cottage there by the willows)
Keith O. J. Hunt is a Classic-Romantic poet who generally prefers the older styles which he finds the greatest way to express his thoughts. He loves people, nature, spirituality and all things beautiful. Keith lives in Ottawa, Canada and has been writing poetry for 15 yrs.