Moving In Many Circles Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rising in the evening to melodies I love to hear, going
into their rhythms as they lift my spirit, taking life
above into realms of innocence and peculiar habits.

Moving in circles of lively directions that hold out
promise of something special and great, moments having
their time now.

Lightening strikes the essence of my being, bringing in-
nate wisdom into the center of everything going on right
now.