A Crystal Heart
Early spring, fire and ice meld,
sculpting winter into art.
And as shorter days lengthen
snowmen gain a crystal heart.
Nature dapples the landscape
with patches of green and white.
And migrating birds head home,
lured by the extended light.
Glistening on the rooftops,
gathering droplets amass.
And dribbling down from the eaves
form icicles clear as glass.
Disappearing instantly,
frosty breaths disperse to naught.
For such swirling contrails merge
with warm breezes spring has brought.
(Quatrain)
4/11/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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