Jack Frost Jigsaws.


Jack Frost Jigsaws!


The frost spends

hours gathering,
crystal patterns

most astounding,
on the glass of

doors that seal out,
all the bitter biting cold.

It's as if it is

a message,
sketched in

condensated swirls,
that the beauty

of the season,
is not measured

by the chill,
but by the sunlight

breaking gently,
over breathtaking designs,
never copied,

never equaled.

They soon melt

to empty panes,
yet so often

I remember,
how they struck me
with their brilliance,
on so many winter mourns.

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