Heather Burns Poems

His encounter with
life so brief

As the sun warmed
...

We are but pilgrims
traveling on this
journey

Leaving positive
...

The wind
blew
passionately
...

THE CARAVAN

The caravan of life
moves slowly, silently
...

Your kisses
remain on my lips
my nostrils are
full of your
...

As she ascended the stairs,
pausing for a moment. Standing on
the balcony reflecting on yesterday.
She turned momentarily, her eyes
...

Just as our relationship
was beginning to blossom
...

Young Poets so naive
with pen in hand
spilling emotions
upon a page
...

When very young
I bought into
a ring
...

A weeping willow stands
looking out over the
waters
...