Gentle Designs Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Slowly opening your eyes, seeing sunlight reflecting off of
a mirror on the wall.

Settling comfortably into the sheets and covers, not wanting
to get out of bed just yet.

Lying there, letting thoughts crawl over the bed, trying to
find a poem to rest in.

Always upon awakening, ideas of poetry spread wings and over-
take this mind, wanting to express themselves in gardens of
beautiful landscapes.

Touching tenderly, gentle designs of behavior and emotion,
blending with actions, proclaiming to be important to the
themes being written.

Allowing them space, rewarding their efforts with heart-felt
esteem as they rise to the occasion through ink of pens onto
paper.