Natural Avenues Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching closely, surrounding landscapes passing by, leading
into stretches of poetry being opened to me.

Never breaking stride, letting all thoughts fall gently where
they will, following questions puzzling this mind all the
time.

Finding natural avenues through ideals, going to their sources,
never losing track of where I'm going or where I've been so far.

Lengthening and falling into designs as they continue to abide
within.

Sojournly at times, filled with sorrow and sadness, finding
my way into the fibers of being as I walk forward into an
everlasting peace.