Heather Williamson
Poetry on roots, love, life and faith
Where once the bare branchNow the new leafWhere once the berryNow the budAll is freshFull of surprise and delightAnd all is expectedLonged for And known –Like a lover’s faceOr a mother’s hands Read.
On this hot dayTo find reliefI hover softly underneathA tree replete with Perfect leafWaiting in the cool beneath Read.
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