Monday, December 21, 2015

December 21

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  1. Icicles

    Drops drip freely down the slide
    Tapping a rhythm
    As they hit the ground
    They do not seem to have a plan
    Other than enjoy the ride.

    But then their wanderlust
    Is captured
    To a single spot
    Frozen in community
    With others
    That once dripped.

    Now gifted outcomes
    Across the rooftop eaves
    Shapely forms that
    Dazzle in the sun
    In frozen frame.

    Then by sun’s directive
    Dear drip teachers
    Of ease
    You freely submit
    In joyful unison
    Welcoming fate
    As you parade
    To greet the earth.