Correspondence Poem by Preston Simmons

Nightfall falls before my face
As I stand in a bustling lot.
The cars pass
My shadowed frame,
To continue in the race of life.
Although the faces,
Appointments
And agendas may differ,
Their headlights are the same.
Shining through the darkness,
To light their unknown way.

I peer up to the sky
And find
A dark curtain
Reaching across the horizon.
I see many snowflakes
Descend from the sky.
Though their shapes and sizes
May differ,
Their composition is the same
Falling through the darkness
To inspire
My unknown way.