- by Linn Barnes
The Tree
-Linn Barnes
Staring year after year after year
at the bright lights of the forever tree
Once wobbled me to the verge of collapse
until I guess I got used to it and learned
To bathe in the multicolored fantasy
flashing without fail each December
While always fearing that one day
a shadow would pass over all of it and
The glamour of the glimmer would
crinkle crack and creep away
Leaving me stranded with years of
desolate nothingness ahead
But that has not to this time
been the case as I revel once
Again in the primitive seduction
of sparkle and twinkle blinking
The old routine and nothing has
been lost to time but time itself
The old and merciless enemy
stalking all the days we have
Wandered into careless vanishing
while the twinkling lights pulse
Glow and shatter the shadows
so eager to put them to rest