RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Waking from a chilly night, lying in the tent, warmer now,
enjoying the light morning breeze.
Getting up, sitting on our camp cot, looking out the zippered
door at a panoramic view of mountains white with snow.
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Desert landscapes, beautiful to look at.
Ocotillo, fuzzy-looking green, fluffy, filled with orange bouquets at ends of each arm.
Looking huggable, gently holding a little bird on it's hidden thorns.
Bees buzzing off and on the cones of flowers, pollinating the same.
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Fleeing the madness of the world, soaring into night-
time skies, bringing alive, the music of interior
peace.
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Lord, I am listening, the sound of your nature calls,
echoes throughout the windswept air.

Softly filling nature with a gentle song, flitting
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Age old records lost within pages of once upon a tree.
Lasting impressions ringing through the years, standing
silently upright, waiting to be written upon.
Slicing into the past, our present seems to be flaccidly
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Listening to the sounds tripping everywhere, watching
time peeling away the bark of indecision.

Gently shaking leafy hands in all directions, looking
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Beneath the skies, stretched out on a field of grass,
lies a pool of water.

Left from the rain, it reflects images of what is
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Death is all around us.

This earth spins constantly,
it may one day stop.
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