Miracle

 

 

Miracle

 

Hoar frost
Covers a haw
 White rimed ruby
The colours of childhood
The wonders of light
At sunrise.

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Memories rush back on seeing the simplist things when alone on a winter's morning at sunrise.

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This really is a good poem.

This really is a good poem.