Christmas, 2017

by Colly

Image, Shutterstock

gold bulbs tree



Sad tree.


Weeping of need.


Needles fall helplessly.


Embed in the carpet below.


No moisture or nutrient supply.


Displaced from its woodland home.


Simply known as a temporary spectacle.


To gaze upon until the holiday’s are gone.


The snow falling, outside, offers cheer.


Pain, tangible, makes thing’s drear.


Happy


Holiday’s!


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