Echoes of the Willow

By Michelle Allen | Whispering Willow http://www.echoesofthewillow.com

Gratitude isn’t always loud. Sometimes, it’s tucked into the quiet moments—a handwritten note left on a neighbor’s porch, a pot of soup shared on a hard day, a story told that makes someone feel seen.

Lately, I’ve been thinking about how we thank those who show up—not just in grand gestures, but in the everyday acts that steady us. Around Hesperia, I’ve seen gratitude expressed through volunteer hands, stitched quilts, fresh bread, or even a kind word passed at the post office.

For me, Whispering Willow has become an expression of thanks—a space to honor the people and places that have shaped my life and continue to inspire me. Every poem I post, every story I share, is a small bow to the lives unfolding all around us.

Gratitude looks different for everyone. Maybe for you it’s a whispered prayer, a sidewalk chalk message for the mail carrier, or a small donation to someone trying to find their footing.

However you express it, it matters.

So I’d love to know—how do you express your gratitude?

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🌿“What the Willow Knows” by Michelle Allen

Beneath the hush of cedar eaves,

A whispered truth begins to grow—

That stories bloom where kindness leaves

Its quiet roots below.

A thanks not said, but softly done,

A hand extended, open wide,

A name recalled, a smile begun—

Becomes the place where hearts reside.

We gather moments, not in gold,

But stitched through time, in thread and tone.

Each tale we tell, each hand we hold,

Reminds us we are not alone.

So let me say, not loud but clear,

In verses sown from soil and sky:

To every soul who’s lingered near—

Your light is why I try.