The tree trembles with <br />fronds of silver, reflecting rainbows. <br />It is a sacrifice now, to gods <br />of family and winter. <br />Ephemeral in its tinsel beauty, <br />transient as our lives, <br />the fragile ornaments each year <br />lovingly repacked, next December <br />reinstated to significance - <br />the tree returned, a drying corpse, <br />to the garden dump.<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seasonal-poems-christmas-tree/
