Garlands of Gold
I dashed through a snowstorm, in search of a tree
I had thirteen dollars, but found one for free.
It was thrown in a pile, still nailed to a stand,
Behind stood her siblings, all bushy and grand.
I felt a connection to this small broken tree
Her life had been cut short; so similar to me...
So back through the snowstorm, and into my home
This year would be better, and not spent alone.
She drank sugar-water, while I drank my wine
We exchanged all our stories, from the on-set of time.
She spoke of her dreams; of growing so tall...
She'd be home to the squirrels, and birds; large and small.
I unwrapped my baubles, each one with a story
Each placed on a limb, and then crowned her glory...
With whispers of tinsel and a star, bright and bold,
Then wrapped this whole package, in garlands of gold.
I sat in the glow of dim Christmas lights
For two-weeks, at least, we both shared those nights.
Alone, but not lonely, all anger set free...
This little tree, had simply listened to me.
New years come, as old years go,
A time to wrap baubles and unplug the glow.
Her stories are still a large part of me:
Those bold, vivid visions, from a small little tree..
And from the curb, she sent me a wink
A nod of love, or so I think...
To this day I remember, those garlands of gold
Still wrapped around fragile limbs, and left in the cold.
I pray that her spirit will land in a tree...
One not too young; not too old, but like me!
Together we'd face this world: Tall and bold...
Home to her bird-nests, wrapped in
Garlands of Gold
About this poem
A true story about a little tree that saved me from insanity during a very hard holiday season.
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Written on November 10, 2022
Submitted by lovingempath on November 10, 2022
Modified on May 03, 2023
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| Scheme | AABB AAXX XXCC AADD EEAA FFAA GGDD AADXD |
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| Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
| Characters | 1,531 |
| Words | 322 |
| Stanzas | 8 |
| Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 5 |
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