scars and rushing cars: a quadrille

December streets twinkling
sprinkled earth-based stars,

children giggling
despite knees’ scars,

gold bells singing
with wooden guitars,

sweet smiles brimming
over jovial jars,

30,000 flying,
I watch for afar,

our planet glow-
ing ‘bove hate’s ashen char,

hope, faith, joy fill-
ing Christmas’ delivery car.

©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
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18 thoughts on “scars and rushing cars: a quadrille”

  1. Oh my…..yes. How I wish the Christmas spirit of benevolence and love could simply roll over the entire earth and blot out any hatred, poverty, ill will. It is hard to remember this time of year, that for many, it is a very difficult season, witnessing all the jolly people and ads and stores pushing gifts etc. You’ve captured all this so well.

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