Inner Pictures Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to sounds of music, mixing them with
sights of nature.

Warmth of late afternoon air permeates my clothing,
causing me to wish I were wearing less of it.

Gazing about, peacefully acknowledging life the way
it seems, and not feeling anxious about anything.

Quality of life is tantamount - a top priority for
this small moment of contemplation.

No one can hear sounds I hear or mix with sights of
nature that I see.

It is all mine, held in an inner picture I call my
own.