Late January Magic Tricks
After the snow
and an early morning
sunrise
at zero degrees-
Our frozen creek
and birdbath both
breathe steam...
Up where we are
momentarily
safe inside behind
the cold clean window
of our home
we are maybe inches away
from suddenly shimmering bits
of ice crystals
that are
floating on cold air
here and there
out side . . . . . eye level
everywhere we look...
Like tiny sparkling gems
levitating & spinning &
randomly mirroring
minuscule rainbows
to give us rapture.
poem copyright ©2025 Anne Selden Annab
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