An ornament upon
my tree you are-
not.
More like ice crystals
stinging and bitter cold,
a biting wind tearing
through a flimsy sweater,
jagged pieces of snow
globes broken, stabbing.
An ornament upon
my tree you are-
not.
© Pamela Rossow
An ornament upon
my tree you are-
not.
More like ice crystals
stinging and bitter cold,
a biting wind tearing
through a flimsy sweater,
jagged pieces of snow
globes broken, stabbing.
An ornament upon
my tree you are-
not.
© Pamela Rossow
A merry Christmas it would be,
If I could hang upon your tree,
Smooth and warm I’d block the wind,
As i hung from pine tree limb,
But an ornament just for show,
That’s not for me; now you know.
Since your poem was not meant for me I felt free to be creative. Thanks for the inspiration.
Ahhh, Dan! I love it! A lovely ornament you are upon someone’s tree. I’m sure of it! Not just for show. Thank-you for the verse
. Merry Christmas!
~P