Equating Past Thoughts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking out across a parking lot, noticing tree branches and
their delicate leaves moving gently like church bells in a
wisp of wind, blowing slowly in the atmosphere.

Mind equating their movement with church bells of a Catholic
Church in the past, hearing those echoes in this austere mind,
feeling the comfort of yesterday.

Atoning for all the grief, sorrow, loneliness, emptiness that's
settled in today, in this very moment of life, yet still living
and moving on through it all.