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.

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3 comments ›

  1. Laura Harbin
    March 6, 2018 • 3:37 pm

    “Fractals of illumination” Love it. Laura

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  2. Fleur
    March 6, 2018 • 7:35 pm

    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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