December 24, 2000

These desolate days
of wasted space when
time becomes
the movement of water —

droplets raining
from unfrozen snow
lounging on the roof.

Tree branches leap
from frigid cover —
undulating from confines
to seek the sharp winter

sun. Beacon of time
that shines crystal clear
on this day as meaningless
as the thousand days before.


Originally appeared in CCEQ, Winter 2001 issue.

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4 thoughts on “December 24, 2000

  1. Hello, how are you?
    Simply want to check out on you and offer you our greatest appreciation for your support to potluck poetry. You rock!

    Reminder: week 18 Theme: Languages, Signs and Symbols

    The more you share, the happier we are. Plan ahead and have your entry poem. We are open Sunday 8pm, American Central time, linking in early would benefit your work with more encouragements.

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    Let me know via email if you have questions or doubts.

    Again, we treasure your participation and would be great to see you again on week 18.

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  2. Thank you! But, I sort of “cheated” on this post as it was a poem written years ago! 🙂 Thanks for reading and have a wonderful day!

    Blessings, Marissa

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