Alone I Went

Alone I went, I went alone

to the rollicking Christmas tree farm;

the saw was sharp, sharp was the saw

that tucked itself under my arm – 

I felled a tree, the tree now mine

and i cradled it there in the snow

men swaddled it tight with loops of twine

and i stood it up tall once at home –

the scissors were sharp, the tree held still –

stripped of bindings, her branches unfurled;

reaching out for all of the space in the room, 

only now loosed upon this new world.


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