Years Of Passing Fancies Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Leaves shining with rays of sun alighting upon
them, gently being blown upon their branches,
and teased quietly without concern.

A misnomer being shown to all who cannot understand
the truth beneath illusions and lies.

Uncovering likely facets of yesterday's portrayals
and portraits of a vibrant past history, aged with
many years of passing fancies.

Left to themselves, wilting into depths of a lifetime
whenever thought of.