Heather Williamson

Poetry on roots, love, life and faith

Tag: Tree

  • Passing through

    A robin met my glance today -I in my car, coat on with heating turned up full,he pausing beneath a treein his feathered majesty.He met my eyeand turned away knowing Iwas no threat.Knowing I am just passing through – that this ice kingdomis hisand not mine. Read.

  • Finding shade

    On this hot dayTo find reliefI hover softly underneathA tree replete with Perfect leafWaiting in the cool beneath Read.