Winters crisp chill
Blankets the air
As the dustmen know that Christmas is at an end
A thousand discarded trees
Queue up in family rows
Waiting for their final journeys end
An irony that a season of giving, gives away so thoughtlessly
Joggers dodge a forest of dead bracken joys
Following their breaths with every footfall
To a destination that will never be found
Children huddle together as they trudge to their great educators calls
Never really learning what is more important than repeated word or unimaginative conclusion
Curse the free thinker
who, like the Christmas tree, is a novelty not to be had all year round
And so the sun rises in that never ending cycle of begin again
A subtle reminder that there is always change
Something the humble Christmas tree is resigned to know
- Author: Saxon Crow ( Offline)
- Published: January 13th, 2022 03:41
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments7
I feel bad about the Christmas tree
In Estonia they keep your tree protected to be used again and again
And that contrast of novelty with the Christmas tree so true to the point
Well crafted dear poet
Thanks Spills. Poor old chrimbo trees. What makes me laugh is how suddenly everyone decides to dump their trees at the same time haha
Exactly
I don’t like the idea of abandoning
I hope in your area like Estonia some company can take the initiative to rent trees for Christmas
Nice one Neil. Our Christmas tree was a plastic effort. We decided to get rid of it this year, decorations and all. It was the easiest take down of a tree ever.... Straight into a black bag haha
Makes me feel sorry for the Christmas tree .
A good poem , crow )
Thanks Rose. Yeah it's not a happy life being a Christmas tree!
No . Just being there for Christmas .. then being discarded
Is anyone 'pining' for their Christmas tree, I think not. Not when Easter eggs are in the stores, and you never put the Easter egg tree back in the attic, ever.
Think you're barking up the wrong tree with that pun Paul haha. Think bunnies!
Good write SC.
Thanks Orchi
yup, maybe
society shouldn't have merged
antiquity's
worshiping of the Sun, links
to modernity's
religious practises
lets just, all act 'Christian'-like for once
and simply leave the trees, in peace
how's that for a 'giving' mentality.. lol
(haven't allowed a real tree
in our house, for decades now
just fake one's, that match
those fictitious elements
of that
most festive of our public holidays)
a really strong write, dear poet
thanks for sharing
Thanks Mek 🙂
Something to think about. Recycling the beautiful trees would be great. Thank you.
Thanks Rozina
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