Echoing Visions Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Echoing Visions



Blue gray skies lifting my spirits with anticipation
of a winter rain.
Cold, damp, beautiful in it's own right.
Clouds slowly raking themselves across the intensity
of the atmosphere.
Echoing visions of beauty escalate as the day moves
on, reflecting moods of fantasy as imagination
continues to delve deeply into itself.

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