Frailty,

fairy-froth in icy court,

fabricated of earth’s tears

and Arctic breath,

magical feathers

to fly fears

in whispers

to God’s throne.

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I’ve never seen frost like this.  My husband pushed some snow to break a walking trail, and within hours, the ground was covered with fairy-dust feathers of frost.  The atmospheric conditions must be just right to produce such a phenomenon –  why did it grow?  Why take this feathery form?  The  mystery and magic have me enthralled…