Delicate Nature Poem Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching the ground where raindrops are falling, little
dots at first, then completely covering sidewalks, park-
ing lots, cars and rooftops.

Trees glistening with their shimmering delicacy, holding
onto leaves, twigs and branches, showering my mind with
their natural and beautiful decorations.

All touching my mind in a delicate poem, wind blowing,
gusts throwing raindrops in every direction, at the mercy
of it's powerful breaths of air.

Leaves being scattered about, lying upon the ground, rain-
drops finding their way to safety for moments in time, as
they lie upon leaves, resting while they can.