Far away from here,
into the depths of sunset—
wanderlusting heart.
Going away
Author: N
Writer of all things, some of which are pretty good.
Growth
The teenage growth spurt:
trees shoot straight past their parents
twist into cables
Grandmothered
Wildly-lived old tree
shedding for her winter years—
slender, grandma limbs.
Winter baubles
Baubles catch the sun,
bottle brushes in winter;
Christmas in July.
Yet
Sad times reign supreme
humanity grows colder
sun rises in hope.
