Taking Down the Christmas Tree


  • wheelsal
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Taking Down the Christmas Tree

Memories always hold my glow
staring out the window
at darkness, somber solace
and sun in winter solstice.
In the midst of lighted snow
I watch the blizzards blow.
I nestle warm under angels,
cymbals, harps and bangles.
My ornaments, now boxed away,
stored for another day
wait to color next year
and snowflakes strain to hear
carols.  Branches hold the  creche
while my star will top and bless
new memories that light the air.
Swaddle me. I am no longer bare.

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ginga commented on Taking Down the Christmas Tree


wheelsal, Such lovely remininces of that task that feels regretful, dismantling all the beautiful decorations that took so long to assemble oh so carefully. ginga

HarverTomsson commented on Taking Down the Christmas Tree


That bubble plastic makes good swaddling, too! I liked his sentimental look back. Harv



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wheelsal’s Poems (13)

Title Comments
Title Comments
Romanian and American Passion 1
Taking Down the Christmas Tree 2
Your Birthday Card 7
A Visit to the Cemetery (Memorial Day 2010) 9
A Walk 16
Haiku is Heavenly 7
Fun with Cinquain 6
Color me Spring 5
Salt and Pepper 4
Music within my Soul 12
Sonnet to You, My Love 9
Wind Mills 11
Requiem to my Husband 11