To me, that would be very heart-wrenching indeed, to take the decorations down, and in the cold and stark sky and snow-would amplify it quite a bit. It is wonderful people put them up, to honor our fallen, and yet the removal would be another step of grief, I think. I really felt that one when you showed this imagery and your writings. Then your prose hit home even more. Reminded me of family that have all gone before me. Thanks for the feelings of remembrance and appreciation for what people have gone through before us. Your poetry is always so spot on, and often very emotional in many directions.
Ah, hugging a tree, I've done so to many in my day. Though today there are a bit wet...but I shall still strive to go forth. As for dreaming of warm, yellow-lit trees, that one is not hard. The cold blue and stark trees make me feel cold, and a nice warm tropical version I can conjure forth quite easily, as I sit by my little writing heater. Oh, the small joys of life. Thanks for another post with many things to see and think about.