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Fragility I stepped outside, rushing into the day. Breath puffing in frozen billows, mind a whirl. My toes crushed a crystal rose. Nights work from a silent artist's offering, lovingly placed for my delight. Though I didn't have time to pause or stay, I must. Bending, I memorized the patterns, drank in the frost-play. Too quickly delicate blossoms melt, fragile beauty tenderly shared. Light and shadow, chill and wet opposites combine to create a canvas of joy, a memory of perfection. Life's own miracles slip through my fingers sometimes, like crystal ice roses under scurrying feet. Yet I won't forget the rare beauty experienced in a too-brief moment of perfectly captured grace. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2007-10-26 15:12:44
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.90000
A nice creation of what is on its way poet.....the season is changing and winter wonders will soon be in the making and your words have created such a beauty of one........
Life's own miracles
slip through my fingers sometimes,
like crystal ice roses
under scurrying feet.
I enjoyed the feelings and images with the above stanza for indeed, life's own miracles often slip through unseen by those that should have taken the time to stop and look, to stop and feel, to stop and share......
Thanks for posting, great job, God Bless, Claire