by Jennie Joy
A glimmer falls lightly on the concrete’s cold,
leaving tear stains and marks for the melted snow.
Today a blanket of color.
Tomorrow a bed of decay.
A glimmer falls lighting the eye, the hungry soul.
Air, fresh and stale, hearts, alive and dying
whisper warmth in light of pain.
Lonely shadow crowds o’er the refrain.
A glimmer falls lightly on the wind.
Songs of hopeful sorrow wash the wounds within.
Weary burdens make for poor companions
as the music fades to Light.
Seeds Will Grow 