morning frost clings with crystal determination–
its icy grip slips in the wake of the rising sun
which demands the loosening, the easing,
the teasing caress of disintegration
Morning Frost
morning frost clings with crystal determination–
its icy grip slips in the wake of the rising sun
which demands the loosening, the easing,
the teasing caress of disintegration
spanishwoods 
Lovely poem. A keeper.
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Thank you Sherry.
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I haven’t seen frost in a very long time. Loved your photo and poem 🙂
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Thank you. Come and visit me in Pennsylvania…plenty of frost! (and snow coming tonight)
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Good idea! I could do with cooling down a lot – mid 30’s C here again.
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Very nice indeed! Awesome: “Crystal determination!”
(Too many of us are frozen in a cold rigidity that we are too numb to transcend from.)
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Very true.
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Nice composition
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Thank you.
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The icy grip of winter is just around the corner. I always enjoy the magic of ice crystals. Thanks Sylvia. –Curt
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Me too. I once had a wonderful book on Wilson Bentley and his photos of snowflakes. Really great stuff.
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Lovely!
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Thank you.
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Wonderful photograph!
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Thanks so much.
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I can hear the crunch of the frost on the floor when you walk on it… and the leave 🙂 Beautiful
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Exactly. 🙂
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fab
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Thank you.
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