Christmas tree…why must you go so soon?
Ornaments, twinkling lights…fresh, piney smell
Now consigned to scrap…resolutely doomed
With your demise…I await summer’s hell
Tinsel laden signpost of passing years
Time, Earth spin faster, yet I don’t fall off
Spring, Summer, Autumn, bring “untethered fears”
I hang onto Christmas, which I once scoffed
The last day you stand…the first of my grief
Our shimmering display…now taken down
I run fingers o’er prickly needle leaf
Can elfin trees speak? Is that crying sound?
I pray for time, to embrace knotty friend
Little tree so dear, Christmas time again
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