Creative Rustling Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rustling my mind, shaking ideas into formation,
whipping about my subconscious like a hurricane
in season.
Contentment seeps like rain from clouds into my
creative conscious side, allowing rhyming images
to combine with abstract designs of ingenuity.
Sun rays gliding down cumulus clouds, are
brightening the desert with rainbows of gray and
black.
Swaying with the rhythm of life, caressing it's
feelings close to my mind, watching breezes billow,
flow and ebb through a pattern of my mind's choosing.