Blooms Of Ocotillos Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Interior sight is watching as I awaken to a new day in life.
Coasting along, letting nature take me by the mind, sliding
by awesome blooms of ocotillos.
Generating a succession of thoughts, filled with orange
vibrations, sensing beauty from without.
Stretching out their long sticky arms, letting the sun reach
all of their parts, filling them with plenty of vitamin D.
Not sure if it benefits them or not, just imagining that it
might.