I love when the trees become ice,
probably one of the few real treats
of deep, cold winter.
My bones shiver,
but my eyes are greeted
by Crystal Trees...
and the filaments of twigs
are magical spider-webs.
The sun hits and glistens
and the magic is gone.
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That is a big crystal tree. Nice poem, too. It's good to find something you like in snow and ice. I try to find something nice in 110 degree weather.
ReplyDeleteWow that is a beautiful photo. The poem is great too. I shiver to think where you live. Seeing a fabulous crystal tree will help get you through until spring time when it will burst into fresh green leaf buds. Your poem says it all.
ReplyDeleteI love this photo of the crystal tree. Maybe you should post your photos on down like Gerry does so they don't disappear with each one of your entries. I am now sure how this is done. I have a few photos now I am going to try and post.
ReplyDeleteAunt Ann, I so love your poetry. And I so love your comments on my blog. I don't get to comment to much as I have no internet at my apartment, but I read everything and enjoy! Keep writing, people are reading, and are listening! Thank you for your encouragement always. I was writing in my story about Mr. Windsor the other night, I know I've told you this before, but I really think the consistency in taking us to 'acrobat' lessons made a huge difference in my life. I have you to thank for that, getting involved, and making a difference, that's so much how I see you...love to you.
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