Monday, March 2, 2015

Rachelle's Winning Poem



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Flickers of thaw fall,
flinging tiny light-streaks
through the mirrored air:
Within the pointed prism
white embers glisten,
smoldering hoary bright.
Forged flecks of water
meld with melting frost
and vapor crystalized.
On the softened ice cusp
the beaded sparks linger,
glitter, shiver, and then
for one moment pause
in sheer glinting stillness,
poised for a deep plunge.

© Copyright Rachelle Ferguson 2014


Rachelle has written a lovely poem that was given a monetary award and was published in the Hillsdale College Tower Light. I thought some of you might enjoy it.

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