Three Poems by Heather M. Browne

Icicles

Icicles hanging from our eaves

Slowly catching winter’s tears in frozen fingers.

Hundreds of sorrows dripped

Now trapped in iced memory.

                                

We lick them to taste the sky and mourn the earth.

 

Breaking them off

Cracking their plight

Freeing them from their cascade of sorrow.

We hide them away from their memories.

To pull from freezer

On blazing summer days

When fire and burn is all we know.

To cool our tea

And remind us of pinecones and snow

And winter’s tears

Melting in summer sun.

 

 

 

My Mountain Hill

 

Sun came too quickly for my tired hill,

wanting longer to rest in blues and grays of stony night.

Waking achingly into softened salmon stretch

of morning light.  Gently rising,

maple oak to bask golden in new day dawn.

Looking upon my little hill, I see slumber

cuddling rock and crack in mossy blanket dawn.

 

My mountain yawns.



Butterfly

butterfly
moist

shivered
missing
womb's warm
embrace

too open
bendable
hiding behind
leaf & branch
drying

Sunlight
trickles through
cascading coral copper
saffron gold stained-glass
flutterings radiate
land a papered winded beat
upon his wings
softly stroking

breezes brushing
calming caress
mother's kiss
raising
to touch
her lips
full, open
ready to fly

Heather M. Browne is a faith-based psychotherapist and recently emerged poet, published in the Orange Room, Boston Literary Review, Page & Spine, Eunoia Review, Poetry Quarterly, The Poetry Bus, Red Fez, Deep Water Literary Journal, Electric Windmill, Maelstrom, mad swirl, and Dual Coast.  Her first chapbook, We Look for Magic and Feed the Hungry has just been published by MCI. She just won the Nantucket Poetry Competition and will be featured on their website. She has been married 20 years to her love, has 2 amazing teens, and can be found frolicking in the waves.  Follow her: www.thehealedheart.net