Sensitive Touch Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Loving in early morning before the light of day has
arrived.

Feeling the sensitive touch of a beautiful emotion
as it tickles within.

Watching so deliciously as it blooms and blossoms
in this morning as a flower called the morning glory.

Dusting off the dust and sleep of the night and
becoming the sunrise that is approaching soon.

Touching every fiber and particle that has become a
part of my being and is now flowing energetically
within me.