There is wonder in obvious gems if we dare to notice.
Poem and photo by Richard M. Barrett, a poet of Mohawk, NY
The sun rises on a freshly fallen snow
and among the long shadows cast by bare trees
a carpet of tiny, gleaming diamonds
suddenly spreads out before me,
like pieces of broken glass.
Nature’s carefully-placed snowflakes
capture the early morning rays of light
ever so perfectly into countless prisms,
with facets that dazzle,
twinkling like distant stars
in a clear night sky,
proudly standing out,
brilliantly glistening and frozen in time,
if only for these few moments;
a stunning mid-winter’s gift
that was all mine to see.
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