Leona Mason Heitsch Poems

This storm's icy blast
only seems to lash our world into submission.
To the land, it is gentle, and from us
it holds back its full force, we survive.
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Heels flicking into the oblique rays of sun
and oblivious of the soft, dark shadows overcoming
the calm green scene, a sand colored calf
sashays off the pond bank as if to entice that sky-haloed
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Blessings
reflected from the pools
while children play
in leaf tones yellow-green
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