On mushrooms’ caps, a frosty lace
A delicate design, a work of grace
Each tiny crystal sparkles bright
Reflecting a pale winter’s moonlight
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Making their stand like ghostly trees,
Their stems like silver filigree.
Their caps adorned with jewels so rare
With a beauty that lays ones soul bare
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Jack Frost has kissed them with his breath
And turned them into works of pristine art
A fleeting beauty here today
Tomorrow gone, like dreams at play
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So let us gaze upon this sight
And marvel at it with delight
A moment frozen in time
A glimpse of nature that’s sublime
About the Creator
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Comments (11)
Magical! Get those mushrooms in my belly! 😄
I love the imagery and rhyme scheme of this MC!! Such a great entry to the challenge!!
Beautiful ethereal poem!
"With a beauty that lays ones soul bare" Love this line! Beautifully done! 💌
Oh wow, this was such a wonderful poem! Loved it so much!
Absolutely beautiful poetry!
Beautiful, glad you are back 🥰
This is so beautiful, Sharon, very vivid imagery!
Beautifully penned, Sharon!
This is gorgeous. Well done.
Oh beautiful poem to go with a beautiful image. Did you take that picture? Lovely work, Sharon! :)