Alabaster
in purest form.
Frozen diamonds
like tears from heaven.
Shimmery flecks
woven by the breath of winter.
Delicate intricacies
formed with care.
Fashioned for wonder
by the hand of God.
A split second miracle
marveled by all.
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Her Writing Haven 
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thanks for sharing! 😉
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I have never held a snowflake and reading this I would so love to hold one up close. Beautiful.
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Oh they are exquisite! I love watching them fall on the windshield of my car because they don’t melt quite as fast.
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Sounds brilliant – it’s a long way to the snow from where I live but one day will get there
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And here I am trying my best to move away from it. Lol… 😉
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Oh don’t think I could live in it – just a visit – tooooo cooooold
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I’ve been saying that since 1997 and I’m still here in the midst of it. Lol…
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pretty
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Thanks, Jim
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alas the pretty writing enjoyed, please keep the white stuff up yonder i no need it down here!!
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Lol… 😂 I think a lot of people would agree with you there! I’ll try to send a word up to make sure your wishes are heard. 😉
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lol thanks
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😉
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Beautiful babe. Makes me almost want it to snow 😉.
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I know… well, Saturday you may get your wish! 😉
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