Breakfast Of Nature's Breath Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Breakfast Of Nature's Breath



An early morning breakfast of nature's breath, blowing everything,
making it move and sway in a silent rhythm.
An ocotillo reaching toward the sky, being stiffly blown to and
fro with a slight case of seeming arthritis.
Not mattering a bit, knowing movement is the best remedy for old
age and all it's senior problems to be lived with.

Monday, September 30, 2013
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