Touching Upon Yesterday Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Intensifying chords taking me beyond this world and into interior
dimensions, holding fast to tempos as they gather a mind of innate
thoughts into bouquets of poetry.

Instilling beauty of a lifetime through nature, touching upon every
attitude of yesterday, it's fruition having come full circle at last,
giving pleasure a place to relax for a time.

Nothing left to do, but take it's place in annals of history, await-
ing the passing of this mere poet writing this little poem for the
time being, not knowing when this little mere life will be over.