Frost grows on the window glass,
forming whorl patterns of lovely translucent geometry.
Breathe on the glass, and you give frost more ammunition.
Now it can build castles and cities
and whole ice continents with your breath’s vapor.
In a few blinks you can almost see the winter fairies moving in . . .
But first, you hear the crackle of their wings.
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
Humoring the Goddess 
You are so very kind to repost my post. Wishing you a magical New Year!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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You are magic. Thank you.
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Yes I completely agree with you,Claudia.
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Thank you. Not every poem resonates within, but this one did.
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Thank you so much for sharing the magic!
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I do too. I have seen magical images of frost now and then — it’s amazing nature is so creative.
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Thank you my good friend! Frost for only a few more months….might as well make it pretty!
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so pretty !
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Love this photo.
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Beautiful piece of poetry, Claudia.
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