Sticks

Different perspectives on sticks

One Christmas
I fell in love
With red sticks
From the florist catalog
I remember
They had red berries.
I sent them
To my mother
Who ever after
Referred to the Christmas
I gave her
Sticks.
We appreciated
Different things.
In spring
I wait
For pussy willows
To arrive
At the store.
We keep them
Until the catkins
Have finally
Dropped off
Some years green leaves sprout
Some years
Not.
We keep them
Nonetheless,
I like sticks,
When my daughter
Was small
She kept a stick collection
Under the red bud
She is my daughter,
We appreciate different things
Too
But sticks
No.