Being Held Closely Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Ocotillo thorns poking my mind as I gaze into the
morning sky where clouds are covering it completely.

Noticing trees and their leaves, quietly dangling
into sight, hoping to be mentioned in this poem with
natural inclinations to join in nature's realms.

Beautiful scene being pictured within, silently
climbing onto photographic screens, to always be
remembered in interior photo albums.

Kept closely through the eternity of life, at peace
and holding closely in love with my soul.