Acres of Diamonds
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First appeared in IDEALS Magazine
The sun came up today,
as usual,
but with a difference.
While we slept,
rain changed to snow,
quarter-size flakes
accruing on the wet earth.
Temperature dropped
faster than snowflakes,
freezing the garage door shut.
Morning brought a crystal cloak,
to cover winter's drab face;
a blanket of jewels,
winking in the sun.
A priceless gift,
from the Diamond Maker.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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