Quiet Stillness Accepting Me Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Collecting shadows in evening forests, watching them
sneak behind trees, peeking out occasionally to see
who is coming into their domain.

Quiet stillness accepting me into deepened scents of
pine trees, crowding around, being filled with their
essence as I walk slowly through their forest.

Nature filling me with effervescent feelings, giving
everything full recognition of what is coming within
their realm.

Moonlight filtering through darkened clouds, peeking
down to see what we are doing there.

Solitude coming, being filled with the peacefulness of
another space in time.

Resting easily in the night, taking all cares and
secreting them in the hollow of a dead tree.