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Hoar frost on a rose.






No money can her beauty buy,

enchanting all she touches,

virgin white and transient,

the hoar frost kiss the bushes.


Spider’s webs of crystal tears,

furry leaves of velvet feathers,

stalagmite grass revering skies,

leidenfrost cloaks of weather.


© Winter’s Hoar 17.01.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Hoar frost on a rose. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)