Reflection Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reflection



Heading east,
Superstition Mountains wake up
and greet me with their child-
like faces.
Petulantly looking skyward,
unafraid of the coming day.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: child,mountains
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