Mid-Winter Morning Muse
by Vaughn Neeld

For the early riser,
lift of night reveals
a world of icy crystals.

Each leaf, each branch,
each strand of wire
glistens.

Mundane weeds—
crystal blades bent—
kneel in jeweled prayer.

Spider webs—
lacy crowns of frozen dew—
reign supreme.

Day warms.
Leaf and wire,
weed and tree,
lose their luster.

My muse melts.

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