Baubles catch the sun,
bottle brushes in winter;
Christmas in July.
Author: N
Writer of all things, some of which are pretty good.
Yet

Sad times reign supreme
humanity grows colder
sun rises in hope.
Left behind

We take to the skies
aim for the dark depths of space
dismissing what’s here.
Sunshine

Cloudy winter day,
little bundles of sunshine
dotting the footpaths.
Showing off

A movie hero
strutting to his own music—
big car on a beach.
