Verdant Silence Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gentle soft breezes blowing air currents along avenues of natural beauty as this mere post continues to write, immersed in a verdant silence of invisible patterns as they flow and gyrate branches above.

Leaves tickling the atmosphere delivering musical rhythms into the core of this being, ultimately rising and causing little things to begin communicating in this little oasis.

Sitting here all alone, nothing to bother this poet, writing the dementia of someone close in verses of poetry, releasing the anger and aggressiveness into the universe, then walking away into the night, once again alone.