Heart of Yule
written by: Jaya Avendel
@AvendelJaya
Under the twinkling moon
A thousand fir trees
Prepare to be sliced down.
In the gathering chill
The first snowflakes fall
Natural decorations.
Separated from the warm earth
Their roots taste sugar water
Their leaves try not to go brown.
We build our trees
From the branches cut off
At the tree farms.
The boughs are heavy
Sticky
With sweet sap.
We flavor our fingers and our hearts as we
Lace these unwanted limbs to stilts and
Give them a reason to stand proud again.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
This piece of writing captures a true tradition in my family. Every year it is our great delight to spend an evening ‘building’ our tree from a truckload of discarded trimmings kindly given to us by the tree farms in our area.
JULY 2021 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Jaya Avendel is a writer living in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, where she dips her pen into the inkwell of fantasy and prose, dabbling with the stories in the forest around her. She writes at Nin Chronicles.
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