Heather Williamson
Poetry on roots, love, life and faith
Tag: hedgerow
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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.
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Awaken
The sunlight slipping through the treesCasts shadows like barcodesAlong my wayThe low winter’s sun strobingBetween the slender trunksIt is a beautiful dayAnd in the hedgerows Among last autumn’s leaves still lyingTender snowdrops droopAnd green crocus shoots break throughThe world is awaking from its slumber Read.
My Wordly Wealth 