Timid Nature Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Timid Nature



Outside this window, nature is slowly flowing by,
so timidly that it can't be seen or noticed by
anyone, but a poet.

An intense stillness being focused, watching and
actually seeing the stillness fill the atmosphere
with it's essence.

Enveloping everything in a placid doily of beauty,
silently being portrayed here in a poem.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014
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