imag[in]e
Poetry and Pictures
All poems and pictures © 2016-2025 Ruth M. Hamlow
Monday, December 7, 2020
Rime frost
The trees
grow blurry
as fog
descends
their autumn shapes
softened
into almost-flowers
Where the frost
freezes
each branch
blade
and leaf
is outlined
the details
sharper
magnified
by a thin layer
of white
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