Heather Williamson
Poetry on roots, love, life and faith
Tag: warmth
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Flip flops in April
We were late out this morningSo I put on my flip flops in hasteDespite my worst driving everWe were still lateBut now I am sitting in a clearingSurrounded by treesFilled with birds singingDappled light falling through the leavesWindows open at the park cafe asThe first customers chat happily over a cuppaI am supposed to be… Read.
My Wordly Wealth 