A poem for Twelfth Night

[MAE27]

Sad Tree
 
Your sparkly baubles dangle,
Sad droopy tree,
Your star is staring down,
On a needle sea.
 
On a naked new year’s day,
We strip you bare,
Though maids still milk,
We do not care.
 
We drag you,
Through corridors,
Down stairs,
Bump after thud,
Disfigured.

To leave you,
Forgotten,
Undistinguishable,
And entangled,
In a pile of sad trees.