Silver tinsel clings
to brown needles
like arms that can’t let go.
When I see a Christmas tree
lying next to the curb,
I wonder what secrets
are hidden in its branches.
Is there joy of
a family united
or sorrow the season
left a void?
What were the memories
written in wrapping
paper and ribbon
where the tree once stood?
The evergreen that was
the decorated centerpiece
of a Christmas holiday
now lies brown and abandoned.
I can’t know the story
that sits silent in its limbs.
All I can do as I stand
over its crumbling glory
is hope that if it could speak
it would tell me, “I saw Peace.”
©Susie Clevenger 2012
Photograph: Photobucket
Comments
already read the one you did for OLN so thought i's poke around a bit...smiles.
A wonderful surprise, this poem. Thanks.