Vanishing Perfection Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Vanishing Perfection



Crystals of hexagonal designs
Appear high above the frozen ground
Anxiously floating to flock the pines
Cloaking the slopes without a sound

A finger-touched snowflake is perceived
Perfectly fashioned…uniquely formed
Radiating branches laced with leaves
Vanishing with a whisper when warmed

1/8/09

Friday, January 9, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: branches
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Theresa Ann Moore

Theresa Ann Moore

Michigan, U.S.A.
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