Cocoon Of Comfort Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching rain sparkling quietly down, nurturing and provid-
ing sustenance to God's creations here on earth, crawling
into a cocoon of comfort.

Cozy and warm, needing privacy and peace of being alone in
a crowd tonight, waiting in moods of liveliness, restless-
ness and vibrant wants.

Tenaciously moving into a circle of instantaneous joy and
happiness, fulfilling this mission of tenacity in a sphere
of enlightenment.

Soothing and calming, resisting the judgement of others
bent on disturbing the wonder of this realitywith a
poetical essence and charm.

Reaching into visions of tomorrow's measures of time and
space, a joint venture of mind and intellect bringing a
sort of tender gentleness into tonight's musical equation,
nothing coming into this rhythmic fray of solace.