Christmas Past: The Afterglow

©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson

 

broken-xmas-ornament

 
One melancholy sight to see:
a brittle, barren Christmas tree.
 
The lights that twinkled are no more,
pine needles lie upon the floor,
 
the beads and balls have all come down,
and every branch droops to a frown.
 
Removed, it leaves an empty space,
but hope steps in and holds a place…
 
a lingering whiff of forest air,
a memory for all to share,
 
a sense of loved ones gathered there.
 
 
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