Discarded

Since Christmas ended weeks ago,
We’re left with just receipts
And lots of cast-off Christmas trees,
Abandoned in the streets.

I wonder why they’re still around.
It makes me contemplate –
Do people hate to let them go,
Or just procrastinate?

Their needles must be brittle,
Shedding everywhere you step;
But maybe folks hold on to them
‘Cause they’re a pain to schlep.

Once at the curb, they pile up
Looking lonely and forlorn.
The passersby ignore them
Or regard them with some scorn.

How long until they disappear’s
A question that I pose;
But since I saw a pumpkin, too,
The answer is – who knows?