Christmas Tree

Clean smell of fir permeates the home, Dark needles shed to layer the carpet beneath Soft lights glow, casting peaceful shadow Ornaments glitter in the firelight Bells tinkle softly in a faint breeze And a star presides from the topmost branch Once evergreen came into the home Reminder on midwinter that spring would come again…

In the village square

They’ve carted the tree from the deep woods Tall and strong, lashed onto a cart And pulled by a team of horses Into the village, into the square. They work together, lifting it into place Securing its base with buttresses and stones Until it is upright, as sturdy as it stood in the forest Then…