CRYSTAL MORNING
Winter crystal morning bright
after raining night.
Dark tree branches frozen tight
in shiny shells of ice.
A strange and wondrous sight.
Transparent bones of light!
© Ken Chawkin
For more poems about trees see Being in Nature—a gift from a tree, with links to others.
May 25, 2021 at 8:32 am |
[…] CRYSTAL MORNING was written when I was living in Fairfield, Iowa, probably in the late 1980s. […]
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