Heather Burns Poems

A heart is
a tender situation
playing on heart strings
is risky business
...

I have
tried
and
tried
...

As I sit and
rest
in the shadow
of
...

Hanging there
suspended in time

waiting
...

Winds
keep
catching
your whispers
...

Trees in the
Spring time
nature
merging
...

Winds
keep
catching
your whispers
...

Sometimes Autumn Leaves
gently fade away

from their safe haven
they had yesterday.
...

A vision of loveliness
skipping through fields
of clover.

Running to meet with
...

I write about

Fairy tales
golden rings
...