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We bring the outside in

this chill and waning season,

cut boughs and branches,

strands of light and living green,

and deck them all about the walls

and ledges of our houses, make believe

we fashion an enchanted forest glade

to frame our festive celebrations.

Evergreens, we call them,

though they bleed and die so soon,

in over-heated rooms. Yet that dying

lends a fragrance and a grace, foretells,

if we will heed, another time and space,

where tree and thorns, no longer green,

fulfil their cruel, necessary function

in the ever-greening of our wintered race.