Sensing Death's Presence Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sensing Death's Presence



Lonely, traipsing highways of my mind, straying further from life's shores.
Walking slowly, seeing things closely, not like before.
Noticing details of nature, sensing death's presence hiding yet, behind fragrant flowers and bushes.
Not yet ready to pounce and take me with him.
Seeing my life filled with love for my sons and grandchildren.

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