Outside my early morning window on the world
“A dust of snow” *
I look closely and see
Hundreds of tiny interconnected crystals of ice.
Spread lightly across the little deck they become
A light-filled crystalline coverlet.
The temperature is already rising,
And the azalea holds (for how long who knows)
Shiny light-capturing frozen pendant droplets
At the end of every leaf.
Azalea in fancy dress, rhinestones glittering –
This morning’s unwrapped gift.
* “Dust of Snow” is the title of a poem by Robert Frost.
~ Judy Funderburk
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