After-Christmas Trees

The sign said, “Place your trees right here!”

And in a little while

A bunch of Christmas trees was tossed,

Quite neatly, in a pile.

 

I also saw a wreath or two,

Complete with bright red bows,

Surprising me for they looked fresh,

Not ready to dispose.

 

I guess when Christmas passes

All those evergreens must go

Before the needles scatter

On the carpets down below.

 

They still impart a lovely scent,

Into the air, of pine.

Perhaps it lingers still in some

Apartments, but not mine.