The Frost

Stood by the window
Watching the frost form,

A hoariness scattered,
Shimmering down through the silence,

Iced jewels multiplying
And nucleating their dance,

Fractal branches caressing
And stretching their fingers,

Ornate patterns creeping uniquely.

Winter’s crystals catching light
Through an ancient silver breath,

All delicate and humble,

Whispering soft rumours
Of Spring’s latest promise

To return with a profusion of flowers
And a new unheard song from the sun.

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