The Holly Tree

The Holly Tree

As the North Wind tore

the snowballs from

her frozen palms,

the holly tree screamed.

Her fingers reached

to clutch them as

the urgent air

crumbled them

away on the wind.

She cried as she

turned her head to watch,

then, shaking the crumbs

from her crinkled skirts,

turned into the tumult

of frenzied flakes,

stretched out spiky fingers,

and waited.