Reluctant Beauty Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Jumping to rhythms placing themselves into my
repertoire, letting me play with them.
Fascinating stretches of forests, taking me
into depths where I can benefit from their
peaceful quiet.
Sensing a beauty hiding between trees,
reluctant to be seen, yet peeking out at me
timidly.
Holding my eyes in theirs, filling me with pine
scents, touching softly, gently, in the passion
of my heart and soul.
Loving all the feelings calling to me from within.