Oh Christmas Tree

Oh

Christmas Tree

Christmas is coming.

Outside I see the gaunt

trunk and brittle branches

of a forgotten Christmas tree,

planted in the garden years ago

in between the wanton wiry willows,

silently clamouring for weak winter light.

Instead

of                                           tinsel

frost

glitters

instead

of                                       baubles

icicles

tinkle

instead

of angels

tiny birds

peck at

cone

buds

and a

single

fat ball

swings

from the

Christmas tree

© Kim M. Russell, 2015