Holding Nature In A Stance Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking out a second story window across an asphalt
parking lot, seeing trees, some filled totally with
yellow blossoms.

Many of which have fallen to the ground beneath them,
like shadows of a sun beaming underneath, a very tempt-
ing portrait to this poet's mind.

Wanting to write about it just because it's beautiful
in its own way, loving to watch nature, because it's
so slow, seems it's never moving.

Like a still picture that's longer than the reality
of what it usually is, landscapes are much the same
way, holding nature in a stance that can be written to.