Respite Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Respite



Looking out into nature, the only respite I get from my room.
Watching wind blow leaves and limbs.
Shaking their fragile beings, waking them from an evening's sleep to greet the new day with a breath of fresh air.

Friday, September 27, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: leaves,nature,sleep,waking,wind
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