Frost Embossed

On wintry morns, when breath is white, The world’s an elfin place. Where fairy folk work through the night, To weave frail trees of lace. Until a breeze, without a thought, Into the crystal air Shakes down the beauty they have wrought And leaves one breathless there.

—Isabelle Loar Farnham, Denver Colorado

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