We had planted the willow,

The October day throwing light -

Even the winter was softened;

But still it failed, had not

Taken a hold, hardy as it was,

It rotted over the months -

So that spring was met with

This failure of ours

Amidst blossom falling like

Belated snow or condolence;

We had wanted it, could not afford

Anything other, this idea to live

By our own means -

This failing then, is in the timing

Of things and success our grass root

To never break a hold.