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  • Gary Hunter

It's Just a Tree - Dec. 13, 2022

at home on this rainy

two weeks before Christmas

having just finished

trimming our Christmas tree

I sit on the sofa feeling

completely uninspired

and frankly ready

to take the thing down

I’m aligning with the drips

and dismality of this Sunday

the cries riding in the wind

the bent leaves and branches

that appear in mourning

both dogs curled

in tight commas

a seeping cold of

temperature and mood

my eyes shackled

to the drab timelessness

of red balls and ribbons

the treetop Angel

with broken wings


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