Donnelly – December in the Village

December in the Village

Mummified cedars
shiver beneath
a colossal sunrise.

Morning breaks above
the gingerbread fence.

Smoke levitates atop
chimney stacks:
lingering remnants
of Christmases past.

Out on a limb
nests exposed.

Chairs sleep upon tables
at Meadowcrest:
halls emptied of sneakers
and lunch boxes.

On the far side
of the playground
the big dig:
steel bones in place.

A book’s ambition
to be placed on low shelves
where young minds can reach.

This poem was previously published in the Brooklin Town Crier, Dec. 2009

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