Superstition Mountains Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding out to Apache Junction, gazing at the
Superstition Mountains, so majestic and
beautiful in an evening of stormy weather.

Clouds rolling over and between them, looking
like ocean waves silently crashing over and
upon them.

Looking as powerful as a storm upon the ocean,
yet not moving beyond them, staying where they
are until the wind kicks up and blows them away.

Picturesque and awesome, a new memory of the
Superstitions now forever etched in mind on
photographic screens.