Writing Poetical Visions Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching leaves scurrying, racing, toppling over one
another to reach the last rays of sunlight, wanting
to gather some warmth before night falls.

Looking farther out, seeing a small tree, leaves being
blown furiously by an insistent early evening wind
intent on having it's way with whatever leaves are left
hanging onto branches tightly, not wanting to expire.

Noticing it's shadow lying prone at an angle, soaking
in sunlight, yet throwing the shade of it's being upon
the sunny ground, waiting for darkness to hide it's
essence from the entire world around it.

Seeing nature play, being active in an early evening,
enjoying the beauty of it's innocence and purity, a-
lighting gently on this earth.

Loving to write about the essence and landscape of nature
around me, taking it's every detail into mind, placing
them onto photographic screens of an interior intellect.

Coallescing all of it, forming many poetical meanings and
visions to write of, eventually showing people around
the world what it is that I see in many poetical images
while listening to music.