Ebony Petals Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Awaiting quietly, the destiny of my soul, anticipating the
good it will eventually accomplish.
Sparkling with delight and beautiful feelings, wandering
amongst desires of a wholesome life.
Shadows slowly bending with the wind, allowing unfinished
patterns to fall upon an ebony delight of yesterday's value.
Cascading brilliantly through quiet darkness of night,
flowing gently over everything in sight.
Hammering away the shape of yesterday with musical
coquettishness, looking forward to moving strains of melody's impetuous insistence on roads of life.
Unhurriedly unfolding petals of today and placing them where
they will do the most good.