Charming Patterns
When I was just a little lad
My sister and I would look over
The back of the sofa at the window
Opaquely covered with icy frost
Charming patterns of crystal flakes
Stars in all sizes and shapes.
We learned we could change
Designs by blowing our warm breath
And sometimes we could make
Our own patterns with a finger
Pressed firmly to the glass
Sometimes, with effort, we could
Write on the pane, a note
Decorated by nature’s splendor.
As the day warmed, of course
The charming patterns along
With our creations disappeared
And we wondered where they went
Because we were too young
To understand thermal dynamics.
Edited October 21, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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