Heather Burns Poems

Sometimes,
day-dreams
must be
taken
...

Eons crashed
Shattered round me

falling to the ground
...

your words
carry me away

To another
...

A soft breeze taps
on my window
beckons me to listen
begs for attention.
...

Stepping into
opaque pools of water

a soft hand beckoned
...

Suddenly it
happened
a journey
ended
...

A stained glass
window once
cracked
remained so for
...

Lying silently

winter's snow covers the ground
...

A leaf detaching
herself from a tree
strong winds howling
catching in a gale
...

I watched you in your
garden
roses growing every
where
...