Seasonal Moments Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Softly, gently, watching leaves fluttering to the ground
reminding of clouds floating above, seasonal moments now
being justified by their temperatures.

Lifting curtains that will never stay closed as long as
we humans are still here on earth, death awaiting our
presence.

Just like the ground awaits dying leaves to touch them
silently as reminders to all of us here on earth, quiet-
ly getting their point across, never eliciting any doubts
as to what awaits each one of us in the end.