Yellow-red glitter balls
flash out from dark arms
on them a coat of snow
Black balls flitting around
Seeking to taste the golden-red ones
see in them their salvation
from the all too early start of winter
I feel proud of my friend
the apple tree in its retreat
from the deadly cold
still protects all the vulnerable little ones
who are still needing him
in their dance of survival -
doesn't he look great like a real Christmas tree?