poem: louise zimmerman
glimmering
there is a glimmering
sense of ecstatic pleasure
brought on by the unknown
after time
love creeps in
a stealth and subtle friend
the gentle reminders of
what this one might enjoy
warms the heart
love is the whisper of wind
through aspen leaves
tingling rustle
in the crisp mountain air
a sage colored leaf shimmers and reveals
a different shade underneath
walking hand in hand
laughing
over an old joke or distant memory
and clasping each other
so close
that no emptiness
can come between
about the poet: louise zimmerman
mom, engineer, poet, musician
she is also exploring the theme of divorce in the time of COVID and offering support here.
her instagram is @moderndivirus
