Winter’s Lace

 

Winter’s Lace

Ice, glass crystals
Glued in place
Temporarily awaiting
The heat to loosen
Their hold

On long, loose limbs
Fingers reaching
Straining toward
The Divine infinity
Overhead

Covered in winter’s
White, bright lace
bitter to the touch
Yet its cold beauty warms
the soul.

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