DECEMBER TREES by WZ Nelson
Outside
the trees stand bare
in the cold clean air
guarding their buds for the coming year
stripped of their camouflaging leaves
their long thin shadows
embellish the snowy banks of the river
Inside
a proud and cheerful tree
chosen lovingly
boasts twinkling colored lights
and cherished treasures
gathered over the years
remembered histories are told
by the firelight
while the scent of pine fills the room