Hoar Frost
Sometimes,
conditions create
gems
out of fog
and chill
and darkness.
What seemed
an endless, wintry
unchanging
one morning greets us,
flashing fractals
of illumination,
transforming
self-similar patterns
into
crystalline
truth.
Hoar Frost
Sometimes,
conditions create
gems
out of fog
and chill
and darkness.
What seemed
an endless, wintry
unchanging
one morning greets us,
flashing fractals
of illumination,
transforming
self-similar patterns
into
crystalline
truth.
“Fractals of illumination” Love it. Laura
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I’d like to put this poem up on my wall. And read it every morning. To start my day with, “transforming self-similar patterns into crystalline truth”.
Thank you, Tricia!
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Thank you, Fleur! 🙂
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