She planted violates with callused hands
and a summer and winter suntan.
Soft-spoken strength in every bloom.
I watch unsure if I would
ever grow a garden, or a voice
or a room to hold the gifts
she held plain.
It took forty years to see
the soil she turned
was also mine.
That I too, hold a poet’s flame,
and healing hands,
and roots like pine.
The mirror shifted
and there she was
not ahead, but within.
Heather Mirassou is a poet whose work explores themes of love, sensuality, nature, and the sacred beauty of being human. Her poetry is grounded in emotional honesty and embodied experience, honoring both tenderness and desire as essential expressions of the soul.
She writes from lived moments where passion intersects with vulnerability. Memory resides in the body, and love serves as both a healing force and an act of courageous presence. Through imagery rich with nature, intimacy, and reflection, her words invite readers to feel deeply and unapologetically.
Her debut poetry collection, The Sensual Soul Poet, is available in Kindle, paperback, and audiobook at Amazon.com.
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