My Wordly Wealth

Heather Williamson

Poetry on roots, love, life and faith

Tag: winter

  • 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.

  • Something like hope

    There is something like hope in the hedgerowOn a frozen winter’s mornPearls of pink that wait to bloomIn the year that’s newly bornThe river is rushing wildlyMud and ice mingle under my feetIn the clouds white and dense a promise ofA heavy fall of sleetAnd nature continues its singingThe birds upon the airThe squirrel finding… Read.

  • Minus one

    This icing sugar frosted grassBrings of winter just a tasteAlong the river’s gush I passedSlender twigs in ice encased 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.

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