Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

Frost

The world's greatest art is not painted by hand,
nor purchased at any exorbitant cost,
but is etched so mysteriously in the dark
by the intricate crystals of newly-formed frost.

Though these limitless patterns are fragile and cold,
most unselfishly show for an audience of one,
and exhibit such art with no thoughts of return,
until ice scrapers slash them, and then they are gone.

And if this is disheartening, that such beauty dies,
and seems cause to bemoan our own mortality,
we should rather find comfort in knowing that He
who created frost flowers, loves us much more than these.

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