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Have we dreamt the crystal morn, this day of beauteous bones,
tinkling icicles which ping, as they melt, this sun warmed day.
Lilac boughs appear egg white dipped, now over-glazed, amazed, 
in the mirror-like majesty of a frosty ice draped morn.

Tinkling icicles, which ping, as they melt, this sun warmed day
licked by children as they play, sliding on a virgin crust of white
in the mirror-like majesty of a frosty ice draped morn.
All that's innocent is clothed, encased, adorned in sturdier forms,

licked by children as they play, sliding on a virgin crust of white
the ice embraces every sunlit surface with auric glow. 
All that's innocent is clothed, encased, adorned in sturdier forms
too soon the skeleton of night will melt within the heat day

The ice embraces every sunlit surface with auric glow. 
Lilac boughs appear egg white dipped, now over-glazed, amazed.  
Too soon, the skeleton of night will melt within the heat day.
Have we dreamt the crystal morn, this day of beauteous bones?

First appeared in Mused: The BellaOnline Literary Review Winter 2014

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Date: 5/14/2015 5:25:00 AM
Beautiful Ma :)
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Date: 2/24/2015 5:51:00 PM
Lilacs egg-white, dipped.......Oh wow....love the originality of your exquisite writing !! You are one of a kind !!
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Date: 2/22/2015 5:34:00 PM
Debbie, you make winter sound so magical and beautiful and thanks for your lovely comment on my poem lamenting mother ~~
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Date: 2/22/2015 8:01:00 AM
Heavenly 'crystal morn'. Love Debbie
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