Fig Tree Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking out a kitchen window, watching a silent wind moving
branches and leaves upon a fig tree like magic being unseen.

Noticing that branches are curved, folded inward as if pro-
tecting it's trunk from something unknown.

Being very careful to keep watch all the time, an amazing
process coming naturally through the hands of Mother Nature.

Enjoying seeing these beautiful moments in a solitary space
of time, so happy that I've witnessed them!