Quiet Expression Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Morning sky, gray stretched out clouds strewn across the horizon, touching inner sadness of my life, past and present.
Somber, yet lit with an intellect of bright-colored talent situated deeply in my being.
Awakened senses, creating poetry with silent awe of what God has created in our little world.
Grateful beyond words, I quietly express myself in poems, musically brought together by rhythm and it's tones.