Heather Poems

Happy Mother's Day Heather!

"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

For Heather

Deaths are not easy
Please know I am here for you
Reach out anytime

Away in the Heather

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

Heather

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. 

joyless great aunt Heather

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.

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

Heather in Leather

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

Away in the Heather 

                                    The hillside adorns

A day of bright weather 

       

Heather on the hills - BAWDY WARNING

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!

Dear Old Heather

(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

Spring Embrace

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

Heather

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

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

Other Side

Everytime I hear your voice,
On the other side of the phone,
All the sweet words,
I wish it would have been for me,
Instead.
The wishings, the longings,all the love, 
I wish I would have been on the other side,
Instead.
Everytime I see your face,
On the screen,
What a gorgeous sight to behold ,
All I can think is would it ever

Heather

"Heather"

such a tumultuous quiet discourse
crochet hooked and thinking on wheels,
the wrong turns, sometimes thoughts move
to the recalcitrant one, another tumultuous heart,
mixed feelings like heavy storm clouds move 
towards the vociferous missing one, 
who looks on from that place in the gut,
intuition, the compass and metronome set, 
viewed in the mind's eye, amygdala, from afar 
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