I don't think there's any confusion here. I like the breathing of the piece, the give and take of the process. The fickle breeze gets into the bones of the tree... the poem is peaceful and stark and sad from one line to the next. And I like how you put it that the source has almost given up, and is dying in a way. It could be like a person really.
This was very effective for a short piece I think. It's the best thing I've read up here in a while and it's the kind of thing I like to read and write. Not something overblown and flashy but you know just... an interesting poem. I like your style a lot.
I have to admit, I've read this one several times and I'm confused. I'm confused by the branches sprouting leaves but then the tree seemingly being so close to death. Or is the willow talking to leaves on another tree? Sorry if I'm being dense.
Anyway, willows must be on the brain. I just wrote a poem referencing one. It's called "slipknot".
I like how in your piece you describe the swaying branches like wind chimes. That 's a pretty image.
I do so love willow trees. I can remember watching them sway in the rain or in the breeze as a little girl and thinking of how some are even called "Weeping Willows". I remember feeling a certain sadness, but also a connection. Like I understood their weeping and that it wasn't always bad. That sometimes it is like a dance with the world.
I wanted to name a daughter Willow, but alas, I only had sons.
Anyway, I feel a connection to this, but like I said, just a bit of confusion on that one part.
almost dead and back to life....like a heart split in two...
our neighbor back in Lockport had a willow tree in his back yard...he gave us a branch....which we planted in our backyard...years later our willow tree towered over his garage, it was so huge...it had grown from nothing. His was dead.
there is something symbolic in that i'm sure.
maybe it was the way the breeze affected the two...maybe a breeze can affect a relationship...willows like relationships sway and can go either way---