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2024 Christmas Tree Poem

Time moves on,
Like the rushing traffic
Flying by at breakneck speeds,
Needing to be somewhere five minutes ago.
Not so for me.
I’m slowing down,
wanting rest,
The end of a season.
We’ve both grown smaller over the years.
Gravity pulls me down.
Low in the driver’s seat
Barely seeing over the steering wheel.
I lift my face
And see your glow.
And smile
At your warmth and welcome,
A tiny piece of radiance
in a dark world.
I smile,
knowing this is the last winter
for early morning treks.
Goodbye, little friend.
May you bless the path of new travelers,
hurried, weary, burdened.
Bring a smile
To those who see
No light at the end of the road.

 

Read the story of the Christmas Tree Poems. It started here in 2016:

https://debrichmond.com/the-christmas-tree-poems/

The story of the Christmas Tree poems ended in 2024:

How I Lost My Little Friend

The Christmas Tree poem story traveled beyond my reach:

The Burg: The Greater Harrisburg Community Magazine

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