“Winter covers the world in crystal white magic” Carolyne Roehm
Frosted
Like icing on the cake
Frosting forms on the window
Where ever the wind cold blows
The fragile frozen flakes
Suddenly, without warning, appearing
Before once more disappearing
Shapes for the imagination
The nature’s true creation
Trying them to capture
Preserve for the future
Always fails
The only thing, which remains
Is a tall tale
Without any trail
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Beautiful poem and images of ferns of frost. 🙂
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The last picture looks a lot like the squashed fairy book…. that could be the inspiration for a story!
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Like many things in life that are beautiful, they’d, not lasted, long enough…
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Beautifully penned, My Friend!
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Thanks for the reblog!
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Always happy to share great writing with followers!!!
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