Edge Of Another Moment Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Trees bowing their heads, branches and leaves waving shyly as
the sun searches for corners to hide in momentarily, exercising
spiritual souls so they may find their purpose in the here and
now before fading into another dimension.

Going to the other side of the black curtains of death, nothing
to block the way, wanting its depths to be searched and explored
in the aftermath of loss and grief.

Leaving little reminders of what has been left behind so they
may be forever cherished and treasured in years that are left, paddling into the sunset on the edge of another moment.