Heather Williamson
Poetry on roots, love, life and faith
Tag: love
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Robin
Recently, whenever I have gone for a walk, there has been a robin somewhere along the way. I think they are the most delightful and resilient of birds. They deserve a poem, I think. To the robin trilling cheerilyWhy is it that you sing?Is it because you’re sureYou have no need of anything?Your nest is… Read.
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To Whom It May Concern
To whom does poetry belong?And where does it reside?Within the hearts of those who loveOr those who’ve ever triedIn souls of grieving parentsWhose precious child has passedIt lives inside the tired soulHoping to the lastIt’s in the eyes of childrenListening to a mother’s songIt’s here within our troublesAnd when we’ve suffered longFor written in a… Read.
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Past Perfect
It is in the bones of meThis placeThe great flat And the open skyThe twist of a lane To my homeThe stone walls of my cottageI loved this place thenButI had already lovedThis place beforeIn the daysWhen everything existedIn my mindSo much largerThan realityWhen snowdriftsStill closed schoolsAnd I was safe in my parents’ loveAnd the… Read.
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Something Like Perfection
My Wordly Wealth 