Spread Poetically Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lamplight reflected in a rain pool puddle in the darkness of the early morn.
Shining brightly upon the tar of the deserted parking lot.
Millions of tiny rain drops fallen together to make a puddle.
Outside the window I can feel the quiet stillness stir within my heart.
It strums a tune of loneliness deep within and brings it forth to greet the newness of the morning's light.
Which has spread itself neatly and poetically across the once dark sky of night.
A flutter began inside my soul and soon shot me full of hope.
Here I sit, happily contented, watching the sky turn light with a now awakening sun.
Bells ring out in the distance and I can feel them in my bones, as walking along, alone, unafraid, I pack up to go home, the new light shining down upon me.