Tomorrow's Morning Light Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Daylight fading, tumbling from the sky, landing on earth with
the thud of night.

Throwing shadows into shadow, blackening the evening's eyes
with a blindfold tied on tight.

Sprigs of artificial lights peek out from little bulbs,
twinkling through the night, beckoning people's seeing eyes
to stop and rest for a while.

Relax and hide in lightened rooms until tomorrow's morning
light has bloomed and sun shines bright.