Touch Me-Dusk
Dusk
wraps its
gentle arms
around my soul
and its shadows hide
the sorrows of the day.
I find a certain respite
from all the needs of daily life
and can drift once more in peaceful rest,
its soft touch reassuring and hopeful...
Eyes bathed by the faintest of morning light
peaking through the windows of my mind.
It warms the corners of today
with the promise of new life.
A morning lark begins
to sing her glad song,
greeting day and
bringing forth
joyful
Dawn...
Barbara Gorelick..
for the "Touch Me " contest
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