A Winter's Day
A winter wind craves intricate swirls
as Jack frost pierces Nature's heart.
And etches glass with abstract curls
sculpting spirals of frozen art.
Virgin flakes of the purest white
emerge from crystals clear as glass.
And tumble to Earth in free flight,
their fragile beauty doomed to pass.
A rising sun ignites the sky
as shafts of light lend ice their fire.
But skittish clouds will not comply,
and the flickering flames expire.
A crunchy crust of sparkling snow
gets imbued with crystals of light.
And yet, this splendiferous show
vanishes; at the edge of night.
Shifting silhouettes creak and crack
while a saffron moon beams from space.
And as shadows stretch into black,
bashful stars shyly show their face.
(Quatrain)
2/24/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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