Hoar Frost

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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.

3 thoughts on “Hoar Frost

  1. 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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