RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Winter Of My Being - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Solemn and withdrawn, living on edges of tomorrow, having
knowledge of depths of another world beyond this earth.
Wonder and curiosity lighting up inner skyways of my heart,
as I listen to melodies of interior rhythms.
Slipping, sliding across ice of intellect, watching as it
glitters and gleams in the winter of my mind and heart.
Being resurrected within the fire of my soul, burning so
brightly in the ebony darkness.
Snowflakes falling silently upon earth, reminding us of
God's presence watching from above.
Always letting us know somehow that He's protecting all
of us on earth.
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