(seasonal Poems) Christmas Tree - Poem by Janice Windle
The tree trembles with
fronds of silver, reflecting rainbows.
It is a sacrifice now, to gods
of family and winter.
Ephemeral in its tinsel beauty,
transient as our lives,
the fragile ornaments each year
lovingly repacked, next December
reinstated to significance -
the tree returned, a drying corpse,
to the garden dump.
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