Portraits Of This Desert Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sounds of thunder being imitated by a drummer, an expert
in tempos that roll along dusty trails leading further
into portraits of this desert.

Never losing the love of a child who didn't like being or
living in it at first, but eventually it began growing on
this youngster's little heart and mind.

Now at sixty-eight, relaxing and finding comfort in its
laid-back solitude, loving to wander around in its vast
circumference of earth.

Finding that it's part of this once youngster now in her
senior years, a perfect match for this poetical musician
who continually writes poetry.

Being taken slowly away from a life of solitude in these
days of senior living, walking steps at a time, as music
floats within this brain.

Reality being hidden totally behind coded rhythms of a
golden silence, one that benefits an inner spirituality
throughout this earthly lifetime.

Sometimes being borrowed, only temporarily, to stay close
to God while living here in this musical desert this mere
poet calls home.