Glimmer

Change of seasons, change of pace,
Knows a desire that resides far
From hurried moorings in place
To protect, yet prevent what we are.

A story is made present
Each new day, it starts then ends.
Distracted, we scarcely scent,
More than the punctuation trend.

Oracle of occasion –
Rent the trappings away from the drear
Comforts of disdain, and shun
Lens that see only glimmer.