RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Pictures Of Nature
Air above me hung like silken lace upon a bridal gown.
It's touch left me without a hint of life untold and to a memory left still and cold.
What has happened on this hearth of dry and bloody stone to bring a tear to a frozen passer-by?
A hint of weeds blew gently over and touched the green grass ground.
For a few seconds it stayed slightly bent and popped up again without the wind.
Sticks stuck mightily in a garden rare, of chicken wire, rags and bare, bare roots heaving everywhere.
Things are bad and flowers gather in small crowds to see and hear and feel the wind-swept flood of tears.
A cloud crawled into the bluest of skies and like an ax, it fell upon these eyes.
Knowledge that this one hadn't any silver lining.
Blades of grass whispered silently through the air and clung heavily to their small round bits of earth.
A dandelion blown away to send it's seeds for newness come again in spring.
Life goes on, it cries and is scattered throughout the nearby skies.
Rolling upward curves a hill and falling, it goes down the other side.
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