Heather Burns Poems

Winter arriving
I can feel the winters freeze
arctic air blowing.
...

We each must search through the
darkness to find our own way
steer our vessel to a safe harbor
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The winds
Of time
Kept
Catching
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A weeping willow stands
looking out over the water

gracefully bends as the
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Folded wings in retreat
in search of a sanctuary

a wounded dove looking
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A

happy home
...

Whispers of
yesterday
continue to
haunt me
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God
allowed
us this day
all is in tact
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This journey
a crossing of many paths

some straight-narrow
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