Willow calls to water,
everyone knows that,
deep water, clear water
sweet water, bright water.
I’m going to cut me two willow branches,
rub them till they’re smooth,
smooth as silky water,
gentle water, quick water.
I’m going to take my willow branches
and wander across the land,
divining that water,
dark water, singing water.
I’ll watch my willow wands bow down
as the vapors rise,
the water vapors from the deep water,
rich water, singing water.
I will feel the emanations
of the clever water, fierce water,
call to my willow,
my smooth willow, strong willow.
I will call to the water
with those willow wands
and we will sing the waters song,
me and my willow.
thecourseofourseasons 
Reblogged this on ervils51609 and commented:
I really like this poem.
Ohhh, very lulling and gentle, soft–beautiful.
Beautiful!
Excellent poem. I also like the repetition. I can just see that water witcher motoring across hill and dale, not even stopping when he/she finds water!
Oh my goodness, how I love this. I had forgotten about a poem I wrote a few years back about divining water……..must go take a look. LOVE the photo too.
I do like this! Wonderful rhythm to this. The repetitions of words and syllables. Makes me want to follow along with you hear the water respond.