Peaceful Evening
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Gazing at an evening sky, watching gray clouds circle above us.
Pine trees silently growing - as I watch I cannot see their
growth.
Branches whispering in the wind as they reach out to each other.
Pine needle silhouettes lacily, fragily, spreading themselves
in blankets above us, protecting us to a degree from drops of
sprinkling rain.
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