by Barbara Lyghtel Rohrer
Once upon another life
winter nights formed ice
crystals on a small
window of three
narrow panes above
the landing in
a stairwell to the second
floor of an old white farmhouse,
patterns to this day that remain
in memory, how I stood
on cold nights gazing
at the sight, how the moon
above the north field revealed
beauty in so much
darkness.
Now this morning,
on my dining room window
overlooking
the east woods ––
ice crystals. They will not last
but are enough to evoke
another time,
another place, where
all was not well,
but briefly
blossomed beauty.
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