Silent Sun Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Having memories, I can't complain, birds flying past in
the skies, chirping, singing songs of evening tide.

Gentle breezes pulling at my hair and branches of trees,
tripping across the sky and over the ground, spilling
leaves here and there until they get caught in the grass
somewhere.

Silent sun, beginning it's daily descent to the other side
of earth, while the moon is preparing her tresses to show
off during the night.

Lovely peace and gentle stirring, life reminds me of my
Mother and the times we had together, alone on the mountain
top with no others in sight.