the way the morning sun
fell
through her window
was a comfort
in the aftermath
of night's cold,
dragging shadow.
warmth spilled itself
into a perfect square
upon the earthbrown rug.
safe within the refuge
of that space
she shed the night's unrest
and let the droning worries
of the dark
run off the edges
of her face
and when she felt
the small, familiar spark
ignite again in her,
she calmly rose
and set about
the business of the day.
-- Deb Cooper