Wildly-lived old tree
shedding for her winter years—
slender, grandma limbs.
Tag: reality
Winter baubles
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.

