Heather Williamson
Poetry on roots, love, life and faith
Tag: nature
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Tree
The crown of a tree is a lungFor even the stately, majestic lords of the forestMust breatheThe tender twigs the bronchiolesBringing air to the alveoli of woodAnd then that wondrous exchangeFor as I exhaling give outWhat most befits your needsSo do youIn your generosityLeave for me the oxygen that gives me lifeAnd though we cannot… 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 