Reprieve

Tap tap with the metal saw
Clearing snow from your branches
Delicate beauty
So petite and filled with quiet grace,
I touch your needles
Oh so soft
Not quite fully grown
Just a babe in the woods
Amongst the brambles and thorns.
From tree to tree I move
Hmmm, maybe?
Taking the saw into my hand
I reach out
As the wind softly blows
And I know I don’t have it in me
To take you or any others.
To the barn I trudge
Carrying down the big red bag
With plastics pre lit wanna be,
No scent of pine,
Just the last year find
And into the house I move,
Stand it up and away we go
Lights still work and I smile
Beyond the window
Your tender branches wave
A thank you it seems
From you to me,
A holiday reprieve
To just let the beauty
Of a tiny tree be,
To someday grow big and strong
And give home to birds
And shelter from the storm.
Peace and joy in my heart
As the fog descends
And the chill outside grows stronger
My soul is light
My senses warmed
By moments of a holiday
So perfect.

Photo found at : http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/photo-contest/2012/entries/165221/view/