Heather Williamson

Poetry on roots, love, life and faith

Tag: glance

  • 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.

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