Dead Of Winter Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Heart swelling, beating to rhythms, finding their way into
an intellectual mind, treasuring each one in a poem where
life is lived incessantly and forever in the future.

Climbing like ivy within my spirit, capturing the passion
and essence of who I am interiorly through every single
melody and harmony.

Always a picturesque landscape filled with nature and it's
wonderful beauty that never fades, not even in the dead of
winter where things seem to have died.

Still retaining their beauty within, having a different look
until spring comes once again to enliven them, blossoming in-
to their wonder and awe once more.