Invisible Wind Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching an invisible wind as its presence is made known
through leaves and branches of trees, making them sway and
dance in a quiet afternoon.

A background filled with white clouds blocking out most of
the blue sky, hidden silently behind them, rising inclina-
tions of ideas.

Always forming in intellect, as prose waits patiently to
be written out in a poetry journal, wondering what if any-
thing it will form in another's mind.