Richard M. Ankers - Author

Crystal calculations,
Innumerable in quantity,
You sheaf our world
In sparkling delight.
Painted over landscape,
Scattered across morn,
A porcelain awakening,
Oft departed
Before insurmountable beauty
Is even known.
To see an early frost
Just born,
Sprinkled over existence,
Is to know creation
At its best.
Then, warmth,
And so soon later
It has all gone,
And all we are left with
Is a morning dew
And glacial memories.

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