Nighttime Gathers Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Racing through skies, clouds gather quickly to form
a night storm.
Blowing leaves frantically - tossing trees about
as they stand in radiant glory, waiting out the
storm.
Branches being blown - birds crying loudly for all
to beware.
Night time gathers close around me as I sit and
write under God's loving care.
Beauty unfolds gently - silently - before my eyes, as
God's heavens make ready the water troughs that will
soon water the earth.