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crystalized hydrogen

By Tristin CrawfordPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash

Like the Birch tree as it breathes

whispering to me

there are ice crystals somewhere in the stratosphere

about to make their way to earth

the time when a layer of gold treads across the horizon

as the moon's gravitational halos beam

defying velocity of the water breaching our atmosphere

dusk looming to wrap the moonlight around you

the trees are exasperated by the cold

swaying as they exhale

catching snowflakes with their limbs

until dawn's dew point

sun kissed by the warmth of solar flares

the apricity glow emulsifying snow on the branches

and instantly freezes

the temperatures refusing to rise

nature poetry

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Tristin Crawford

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