My Wordly Wealth

Heather Williamson

Poetry on roots, love, life and faith

Tag: cold

  • Not ready

    I am not ready for daffodils yet.I see the shoots and a bud or two breaking throughbut it is only the first month of the year.When the daffodils break through ourexpectations change. It should be warmer now, we say. Spring is here early, we whisperto one another.But my hands are blue with cold and I… Read.

  • Passing through

    A robin met my glance today -I in my car, coat on with heating turned up full,he pausing beneath a treein his feathered majesty.He met my eyeand turned away knowing Iwas no threat.Knowing I am just passing through – that this ice kingdomis hisand not mine. Read.

  • Something like hope

    There is something like hope in the hedgerowOn a frozen winter’s mornPearls of pink that wait to bloomIn the year that’s newly bornThe river is rushing wildlyMud and ice mingle under my feetIn the clouds white and dense a promise ofA heavy fall of sleetAnd nature continues its singingThe birds upon the airThe squirrel finding… Read.

  • Minus one

    This icing sugar frosted grassBrings of winter just a tasteAlong the river’s gush I passedSlender twigs in ice encased Read.

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