365 Sonnets. #24. 1–1–18
The Christmas tree, behind the bamboo hid;
It wasn’t ready to let go of it’s
warm twinkle lights, big star and gifts amid
a wrap of pine and splendid ornaments.
It cherished all three stages of it’s life;
The Oregon mountain air, the snow, fresh light.
Removal from the ground- a bit of strife.
But rumble trip along the coast?! Delight!
Enjoying the great men who held it’s trunk
‘mongst pines so wise, it stood out scrappily
but stood quite proud! and perked it’s branch’s spunk,
til family four cried, “THAT ONE!” happily.
It soothed at thoughts; What unexpected time-!
Perhaps a fourth stage held a sight, sublime.