Frailty

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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…

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Wind, Hold Your Breath

Wind, hold your breath.

Waiting world

whispers,

tarrying,

lingering,

loitering leaves listening

for their name to be dropped,

their turn to free-fall.

No parachute needed,

just

melted resistance

and severed ties.

So wind,

hold your breath;

for this leap of faith

needs soft landing…