Here are two poems about Christmas Trees. I’ve always been torn about having cut trees. I’ve reconciled my guilt by thanking the tree for giving me the soulful pleasure of its wonderful smell and living presence in my life.
I keep my trees as long as possible, usually until my birthday in mid January. This year I haven’t yet gotten a tree. I’ve just been too dissipated physically and emotionally, plus winter came on early, hard and strong. Who knows, maybe I’ll still get inspired.
Sacrificial Tree
Darkness descends upon afternoon’s glow
And pulls day’s light to down below.
As fickle air courts heavy chill
Feeble warmth flees up,
Conceding defeat
To weighty still.
I then illuminate the sacrificial tree
To lift the void which leadens me.
Her scintillating glitter
Enshrouds my fears
Enveloping my heart in glamorous sight.
This starry gift is infinitely old
yet ripe with richness
as time’s birth of soul.
Such sweet ritual!
Such mundane skill!
Giving root to such lofty thrill!
We need only open our hearts,
Our senses, our doubts, our souls to Her allure.
The myth of the season is born again.
Our Christmas Tree
Our Christmas tree stands before me,
evergreen through the seasons,
glowing with light
through darkness and freezing.
My soul is warmed by its
shimmering spirit,
all crystal and glimmering,
giving life to love needed.
I’m able to hope
by such burning glory
for peace where there’s strife
and love for those, lonely.
My heart aches with sadness
that you can’t be here near me
but life must go on, then
for Beauty’s Eternity.
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I like the 1st poem better.The 2nd one seems,I don’t know…unfinished perhaps.
You could always use an artifical tree if killing a tree bothers you.One other thing to consider is that any trees still on the lot christams eve have already been cut so they willdie anyway.
Have a Merry one whatever you decide.
Nice Poetry…i think i am getting into it.
Ajay
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DOS, glad you liked at least one of them. About the tree, the fake ones don’t smell. And I alos noted that those trees have already been cut. But they’re cut because I bought one last year. No worry. I appreciate the tree, and enjoy its presence, so the guilt is worth it!
Ajay, thanks for stopping by.
I loved both poems Garnet! I do hope you’re staying warm up there?!!
I’ve decided to post again, and I’m hopeful everything will work itself out in the end…
Thanks for everything sweet Garnet… Hugs! 🙂
I share your feelings about cutting down a tree. Happy Christmas to you.
Thank you Yemanja-I’m spending a lot of time in the sun which comes through my back window. YUM!
Rain- Thank you, the same to you! I think of the cut tree with reverence, as I try to do with anything where I’m hurting or killing to serve myself. Thanks for stopping by.
I’ve always been torn about having cut trees. I’ve reconciled my guilt by thanking the tree for giving me the soulful pleasure of its wonderful smell and living presence in my life.
I understand how you feel about this. have you ever read the book: the giving tree? it is a really profound [childrens] story that came to mind when I read your post.
love the poetry. beautiful.
Sarah- Thankyou for stopping by. I found the book you mentioned. I’ll look for it at the local library.
On the subject of Christmas tree books, there’s a story I’ve been trying to find. I’m pretty sure it’s out of print. It’s about a fir tree cared for by a sister in a convent who is a loner. Many years later she gives her most precious friend to the NYC for the Rockefeller Center tree. It’s a beautiful story. Have you heard of it? I’d love to buy an old copy of it.
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