Frostyby
vtruanComment by DianaB: THE FROST
The gnawing, clawing frost
Clings to my window pane
Its feather fingers lost
For warmth they cannot gain
They stretch and creep and crack
And trace in their cold flow
An icy patterned track
Of tendrils bent in woe.
Like a fern plant growing
With crystal leaves spread out
The frondy curls not knowing
Their destiny or route
Crispy, white and fragile
Tips breaking with the strain
In final death-throws agile
Frost marks its flowery stain.
Diana (1997)
I hope you don't mind. Your photo reminded me of this poem I once wrote - and thought I would add it to your photo. The photo must have been quite difficult to take, but you seem to have captured the feathery fronds very well. Well done. Best of luck in the voting - I can definitely see the hidden face :-)
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