Patterns

I can’t imagine
how the rain
freezes
into patterns,
but I love the patterns
anyway.
Or how it is
that I recall
the beginnings
of a blizzard,
and how giant
the snowflakes
that landed
on my windshield
froze
so intentionally,
so beautifully
designed,
so beautifully
unique,
and the wonder – of it all.

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One thought on “Patterns

  1. tentninja says:

    The wonder of it all indeed. Great poem :) thank you for sharing it with us.

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