The rising steam from a boiling kettle <br />Created a mist that cooled and settled <br />Ice crystals formed from the moisture <br />Upon a winter window pane of grandeur <br /> <br />Hot water was poured slowly into a teapot <br />Adorned with hand painted forget-me-nots <br />Teabags steeped freeing a hue of brown-red <br />As the iridescence of a pearl moon was shed <br /> <br />On fanciful crystals magically bursting forth <br />With sprays of sparkling frozen fireworks… <br />Others appeared as precious leaf-like gems <br />Growing on branches outward from stems <br /> <br />Translucent frosted glass diffused the night sky <br />Silhouetted trees were barely visible to the eye <br />Closely observing; exhaling with a puckered thaw <br />Warm breath made a portal through the frosty awe <br /> <br />Blowing snow was apparent through the peek hole <br />The comfort of a warm cup reassured and consoled <br /> <br />1/30/08<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/frosted-window-glass/
