Fresh Trees
Their fragrance always fills the air
Around this time of year
But in this time of Covid,
I thought they would not appear.
Yet on my morning walk I was
Quite taken by surprise
To see a row of Christmas trees
Propped up before my eyes.
“Fresh Trees!” the sign announced
To all the people walking past.
I always wonder just how long
That “fresh” is meant to last.
I’m not a Christmas person
So I’d never buy a tree.
Still, the normalcy of seeing them
Felt wonderful to me.
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