Watching Embers Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching Embers



Circling the campfire of this mind, watching embers being
blown about by the wind.

Flowing out across the darkened night sky, finding their
way into a poem.

Listening to the crackle of the fire and watching smoke
rise in the night air.

enticing thoughts to continue to flow from an interior
waterfall within.

Monday, January 11, 2016
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