Firs
silent
with snowfall
though dark as Dis
beneath burdened boughs.
The hushed huddle communes
tapping 'MayDays' underground
of dreaded render root from trunk;
twelve Yule log fires proclaiming solstice
unhallowed trim for Christmas merriment
silent
the Firs
For my MTB prompt: An Etheree tree, conifers are our theme, with or without the Christmas reference. Written as a 1-10 line stanza of graduating syllables creating a concrete firtree shape when centred. I’ve added an optional extra of 2 syllable lines for 11 & 12 to create the tree trunk base..
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