Frost
Moisture solidified.
Tiny crystals have coated
twigs, bushes and fences.
Even my old beater
looks different, dignified.
A metamorphosis.
Grey obscurity has been turned
into a silver plated kingdom.
A wonderful but short-lived spectacle.
Soon it’ll vanish, but ‘till then
it all seems so magical.
Again.
Copyright © Miroslaw Eric Sulkowski | Year Posted 2014
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