Always Growing Gardens Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Cloudy, overcast morning, letting me move quickly into
beautiful depths of myself.

Roaming through all types of landscapes, trying to
find the one where I belong today.

Wanting to be encapsulated in a bevy of thoughts,
blooming from imagination where I can pick and put
them into a poem of my choosing.

Adding a life of it's own to make it stand out and
bud again in measured success on another plain, where
it will grow and expand, allowing more blossoms to come
forth.

A tremendous garden, always growing, being nurtured by
intellect so I can continue writing poetry throughout
my entire life.