Heather Z. Hanna Poems

The sky is silent,
With vibrant clear blue,
Above clouds of many kinds.
Feathering puffs and stretches,
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Unacceptable words hold no value
And elicit unfavorable reactions
So expresses the limited reach
Of the limitless mind
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The rising oak with it's puzzle cut leaves
Stands tall
And stretches in Summer green
Against the dove gray sky.
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So after me
There will, hopefully, come one
Who fills your Heart
In a way that maybe I can not.
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Honey.
Hope that you don't mind me calling you that.
You are so sweet in my life.
A lightness,
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There are a few words that offer so much more than most.
Like Love and Hope and Heart.
They offer a note of quality whereever they are put.
Hate and Fear and Death
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Enough of this drivel!
Let's talk shop or politics.
Hate politics!
End of subject.
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Over the emerging Spring garden
Stood a tall quiet house.
Over the house
Reigned a Red Oak with silohouetted young leaves.
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What do I feel in you?
A tiny flower
so perfect and seen only up close.
A violet blue butterfly
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A hidden cove,
An unseen cave,
An underground spring,
A forest with no path.
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