...Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel...
Cruel it may be, yet lovely -
Whispers of crystal and ice.
Feathered,
frozen,
fragile;
fragmented with gleaming light.
It is a damp breath exhaling -
cold silence trembling down.
Caressing,
covering,
crispening;
ruining green into brown.
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eww...that photo makes me shiver! I love your words. A reminder that even the painful in life has beauty to reveal.
ReplyDeleteI always think..tread lightly on frostbitten grass...I don't want to 'break' it. It's that strange noise underfoot,like crushing glass. x
ReplyDeleteThis was a warm cup of coffee for the word lover ... such beautiful imagery and flow and assonance!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful mystery...I just love the picture you paint with your words - and that photo is incredible too!
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