The Soft Rime
The picturesque white haired landscape Windows of icy flowers offer a prismatic show Thorny ice crystals everywhere the trees cannot escape Even time seems to stand still frozen by the hoary cold Grabbing up some graupel like a treasure of frigid pearls Everything is now crystalline even the mist frosty winds have taken control with its Midas swirls Wondering what kind of wintery spell is this
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2015
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