Hoar Frost Poem by Leslie Philibert

Hoar Frost



Hair of the spider;
the old man`s curse,
spicules of ice

That turn my windows
into a French pattern;
older than rime

Feather frost;
white as a virgin´s hair,
hard as Winter`s face.

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