Hoar Frost

 

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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  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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