RoseAnn V. Shawiak
RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems
|15085.||Yielding To Self||9/30/2014|
|15087.||You And I Are Mine||10/11/2014|
|15088.||Young At Heart||3/16/2013|
|15097.||Your Eyes Only||2/16/2014|
|15098.||Youthful Clay Minds||4/6/2014|
|15100.||Zones Of Pleasure||9/19/2014|
Spring is here, yet winter has not left us.
It's a time for blossoms to come forth - but they are freezing
from the cold.
Look out a window and see the bright sun shining everywhere,
see the warmth hanging in the air?
Outside the door, I take a step, my breath I can see blowing
in the wind.
It's cold against my skin and quickly I step back in.
Contented now to watch the warm looking sunshine from a window
within my heated room.
Singing songs interiorly, listening to their rhythms with
Taking each and transposing them into poems, fresh and
original, never thought of in this way before.
Enjoying creating each one, loving the vibrant joy that
I feel as I complete each and every one.