Heather Burns Poems

Smelling
a
fragrant
flower.
...

AGAIN CLOUDS
(cinquain)
...

Oh face of
yesterday
for a brief
time
...

One night
the sky began
to darken
thunder crashed
...

Attentive expressions
befalling deaf ears
unfolding petals
reluctant to hear,
...

In the
tender of your touch
endearing
moments, a quite hush.
...

Lets you
and
I steal
away,
...

Puddles
are everywhere
...

After
a brief
...

Winds
of time
keep howling
disturbing her
...