Where heather hums in Atlantic rain,
old stones remember names;
the wind through gorse like whispered pain
keens low the exile’s flames.
A curlew cries above the bog,
its call a silver thread;
it stitches sky to sodden fog
where silent feet have bled.
O Sídhe stir beneath the hill,
in twilight’s hollow breath;
their music bends the human will
to dance with time and death.
Yet green endures through grief and
My muse says her name is Heather
She refuses to work in bad weather
So if hot or cold
She’s got to go
Leaving me with only her feathers
"Happy Mother's Day Heather!"
written by Michelle L. LeBlanc 2025, May 6
(Dedicated to Heather Goddard-Fallon)
I hope on Mother's Day
You see the beautiful you
With a heart of gold
And a light that shines through
You care so deeply
About about how others feel
But today it's about you
So let's keep it real
I know it's not been easy
And I know you feel alone
But I hope you feel my warmth
Through the walls of your home
Please remember the sun
On the cloudy days
Despite all the storms
May you always feel its rays
You have given so much
Even though it has been hard
Just keep pressing on
And reach for those stars
Happy Mother's Day dear Heather!
Love,
Michelle
Deaths are not easy
Please know I am here for you
Reach out anytime
When a warm breeze rustles the leaves
You can thank the sunny weather
When a clouded sky passes by
A soft rain moistens the heather
When a bird sings on feathered wings
And the grass sheds the morning dew
When I think how far away you are
All my thoughts rush back to you
I knew a young lady named Heather
She'd make love in all sorts of weather
Out in the woods
She'd share her goods
With Tom Dick Harry and Trevor.
in the worst shape ever
my great Aunt Heather
usually under the weather
good thoughts? Never.
Resigned to gloom forever.
no joy and not clever.
Focuses on bad news and weather.
I am sorry for Aunt Heather.
Young Heather found a feather
one day in some cold weather;
just there, right there, on the road
landed, where the wind had blowed.
“My wooly hat it’s plain and pink
I’ll put the feather in, I think.”
young Heather thought as she bent down;
"It’ll turn my hat into a crown."
A dove whose feather had mislaid,
observed from window, as this maid,
with feather, turned from awkward girl
to princess, who would make heads swirl!
There is a young woman named Heather
who occasionally likes to wear leather
at country line dances
where she sashays and prances;
her feet are as light as a feather.
This lovely woman named Heather
looks great in her skirt made of leather,
but nevertheless
I have to confess
she looks better in the altogether!
Away in the Heather
The hillside adorns
A day of bright weather
No thistles or thorns
The meadowlark's singing
The willows are dancing
The bluebells are ringing
The bees are romancing
Soft lavender breezes
So gently it hovers
And wantonly teases
A respite for lovers
A shepherdess, I’ll call her Heather
Loved coitus when dressed in black leather
High up in the hills
She’s getting her thrills
And getting wet in the wild weather
The farmer, his first name is Jock
Was willing to get out his cock
To have lots of nookie
Whilst her sheepdog, Rookie
Saw little lambs running amok!
(Inspired by Silent One's limerick, "Queen Of Her Stage" )
There once was a canary full of rage.
Who shrewdly trapped a sly cat in her cage.
without a feather ruffled
Kittie's meows he muffled,
she now ruled the roost as queen of her stage!
There was a time when Kittie was nasty
oh that little one could be quite feisty
but now she eats truffles
without any cuddles
she sits behind bars eating nothing tasty
There once was a cat who ruffled Tweet's feather
a Kittie from hell who could never tether
sometimes they did fight
who was wrong who was right
the only one who knew was dear old Heather !
Embracing Spring after winter season
Dour skies for months with chilling cold weather
Summer dreams where roses are Elysian
Highland hills swept with grandeur of heather.
Poppies and wildflowers grow abundant
Landscape well crafted in burgeoning green
Winter is now completely redundant
Flawless moment with clear sky opaline.
Wonderful optics total perfection
Living every moment quite joyfully
All so beautiful no imperfection
Ephemeral comfort no apathy.
Enchanted springtime spreads luminous wings
On gentle breeze, Mother Nature does sing.
Heather with amazing colors,
Hollyhock and hyacinth,
Pansy and pink,
Moonstone,
Sardonyx,
Opal
Among the tall mountains,
in a sunny pure sky shortest day,
It was a neat picnic of the fascinating Motacilla Alba and M A Personata
Heather, Oh Heather
The worst waitress ever
Whenever will you come back to me?
I sit here forever
No service is rendered
And never do ever complain
Heather, Oh Heather
It’s so hard to remember
And it’s easy as pie to forget
With so many orders
And Special de Jours
If only you could find your pen
Heather, Oh Heather
It sez here in the paper
That people are where they eat
Together, they’ll find us
Alone in the diners
Apart from the lives we lead
Heather, Oh Heather
The worst waitress ever
The service was splendored today
We’ll take us together
Away and forever
And never will ever complain
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