Birds in Winter
Snow drapes through the forest, A white sheer Veiling trunks, gray, Giants emerging like shadows behind filmy white, Crisp, cold, quiet. Birds stitch a seam Across a cotton duvet; Their tiny claw prints disappear Beneath the next layer of frosting Along with the seeds They instinctively sought. A feathered ball balances On a sugared branch, puffy and warm. His chest warbles One cheery whistle defying Snow’s power to muffle sound. His song of hope echoes Through the somber tom
Heather J. Willis
23 hours ago1 min read
Turning the Page
I often feel when New Year’s Day arrives that my life is like a book, and I’ve just turned the page to begin a new chapter. As I begin to write, there are central themes and a main plot that don’t change. There is consistency in the midst of the twists and turns of my story. For me, my main throughlines are my personality, my faith in God, relationships with my husband and daughter, and passion to write. Responsibilities, relationships, and how I fulfill the callings in my li
Heather J. Willis
Jan 24 min read
Still No Room?
Is it possible there is still no room for Jesus at Christmastime?
Heather J. Willis
Dec 25, 20252 min read
