Sighting Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sighting



Watching pennants waving and flapping in the breeze outside,
full of energy and excitement it seems.

Then suddenly falling still in the absence of a morning
breeze that seems to have died down.

Thursday, November 30, 2017
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