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Hard Frost

Deborah Barchi
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1 min readFeb 19, 2020
Photo by Galina N on Unsplash

The first hard frost is not a pretty sight
for anything left naked out of doors.

The cutting edge of winter rends without remorse
the tender grass, crisps the leaves,
and scythes the summer flowers.

Yet some find hard frost beautiful,
of diamond brightness and unearthly calm.

With eager hearts they fervently believe
that winter death is merely sleep
and withered flowers not a cause to weep.

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Deborah Barchi
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Written by Deborah Barchi

Deborah Barchi has recently retired from her career as a librarian and now has time to read, explore nature, and write poetry and essays.

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