A Poem on A Christmas Tree

Updated: Dec 23, 2019

Tree

The sapling delicately

shifts, hands to earth. The Sun’s peeping

only finds darkness.

Leaves caress

tender hands. Wrapped in light gifted in its lap,

solid metal birds,

bells, snowflakes,

glitter, golden apples,

white pearl strings.

Last few breaths.

How many years? How many?

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