Cold Beauty

Cold Beauty

The sun glints off the frozen branches,
teardrops of ice sparkle like gems.
Cold beauty all around me.
Hanging prisms of light
reaching for the ground
so silently
and slowly
melting.
Drip.

Challeng Accepted! The above is my first attempt at writing a nonet… a poem of nine line, the first line having nine syllables, each line decreasing by one syllable, then ending with one.

Author: sjmais

What can I say, I'm a ginger and Grammie extraordinaire. Trying my hand at a wee bit o' writing just for fun.

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