Blinding Sight Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Traffic passing by, sun hitting their windshields and
reflecting sunlight into my eyes, blinding sight for a
fraction of a second only.

Then disappearing into the atmosphere, seeing flowers
doing the waltz just outside, daintily moving with air
currents blowing them gently.

Stirring this mind so effervescently and quietly, a
beautiful and expressive particle of nature, tending
to this poetical and creative mind and intellect.

Collecting memories, images, photographic screens alive
and working overtime in order to capture every move
being made by Mother Nature.