How we adorn the tree, as if we lost faith in its beauty and so cover it in ribbons and gold, trinkets and glitter. As I remove them one by one, I take in the odour of the pine leaves, still soft on this living tree... I think of replanting her in the garden where she belongs. And as the pile of manmade things grow at my feet, she is revealed and perfect. In all my days I will never see anything more beautiful than this tree, her branches chaotic and orderly, reaching for sunlight.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 28, 2018.

The stranger looked at the flickering tree, with its tiers of lights.

By descriptionari, June 30, 2012.

Found in Aaron's Rod, authored by D. H. Lawrence.