Hoarfrost
By John W. Vander Velden
The morning fog has lifted, winter’s sky growing blue
the air calm and cold. Large the flecks
of frozen air left behind, clinging, shining, radiant in morning’s light. Sunlight sparkles brilliant white the flakes
that cover branches, fence and grass.
Beauty in every direction, a sight too seldom seen…too soon vanished,
with no trace, only the memory will remain.
So many hurrying along pay no heed.
“Be careful,” they say. “The walk
is slick…” Their concern. Yet there is
little to be seen, far or near, that exceeds the beauty of a day beneath the
cold brilliant winter sun, the world painted with hoarfrost.
(103 Words) 2-14-2012
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