A Tree
best friend
comfort and shade
keeps secrets
lips sealed
children climb to the very top
keep them safe
catch a breeze
hold your breath
selected on cold yule night
cut in the forest
yuletide symbol in it’s prime
bundled and trucked
by the window placed
it happens every year
first the lights are strung
the old ornaments unwrapped
little red Santa you made in school
snowman of paper covered with glitter
bird in a nest sings his song
tiny guitar mouse trap
hang the icicles
carefully one by one
last of all the star for the top
what a sight
like a bandbox
In the night
sparkling bright
raise a toast
and declare
you are the best of all
Christmas tree
7 comments:
Your poem makes me feel warm and cozy, Annell! I can picture the lights and the ornaments and the sparkling light at the very top!
Love how your tree has become a very special tree associated with festive time and beautiful memories.
I love this. I can see the tree going up, the special ornaments, treasured from year to year, memories of long-ago Christmases. Sigh. Lovely.
"keeps secrets lips sealed" . . . one of the few parts of Christmas not watching to see if we're naughty or nice! An ode to a Christmas tree is very timely. It makes me nostalgic, even for the little projects made at school. Thank you, Annell.
Annell,
A beautifully painted poem in appreciation of the seasonal Christmas tree...perfectly described..one of my favourite trees as well...
So beautiful. A Christmas tree hold secrets and stories.
I guess this is why I'm always slightly conflicted when we cut a tree to adorn our living room for a month. It's beautiful in here for a month but outside....sigh. Well, can always bring in one of those "live root-balled" trees and replant in the spring. Regardless, I could never be without. Thanks for the memory. That was me, climbing to the top.
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