season’s GLITTER
It was winter and the wind blew, and the full moon’s glow captured the white snowflakes falling...ever so gently...down from the cold north like glitter, finally resting on my earth.
It was spring and as the currents shifted in the water on the cove, the paths of shimmering moonlight looked like glitter dancing across my sea.
It was summer and the night was warm, the landscape flickered with fireflies like glitter scattered amongst my roses and cosmos.
It was fall and the night was midnight blue, and the air was crisp with twinkling starlights that swept across my sky like glitter.
by Lorraine Bromley
