My Wordly Wealth

Heather Williamson

Poetry on roots, love, life and faith

Tag: Spring

  • Not ready

    I am not ready for daffodils yet.I see the shoots and a bud or two breaking throughbut it is only the first month of the year.When the daffodils break through ourexpectations change. It should be warmer now, we say. Spring is here early, we whisperto one another.But my hands are blue with cold and I… Read.

  • A Walk In The Park

    This not quite spring morningOf birdsongCrisp air and Long-shadowed lovelinessRippling streams andCotton wool cloudsAs the church bellsSound the hourThe blackbird found with wormThe wood pigeon cooingAnd on a benchThe nosegay of daffodilsPoised in loving memory Read.

  • 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.

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