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. — 12.17.2019 ©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. PhotoContinue reading “scars and rushing cars: a quadrille”