Lace

photo by Kit Yoon

Lace

By Fro Macoon

Thin as sheets of paper,

Their stems crackling with browned age,

They survived through the harsh winter,

Their delicate stems bowed with the weight of the snow,

Spidery thin,

Papery,

All life is gone from them now

Yet beauty still shines through their 

lacy

petals.

Pink Stars

photo by Kit Yoon

Pink Stars of Spring

by Fro Macoon

I walk out,

Across the porch

My boots squish the damp soil

With snow melting,

I see

A tiny glimmer of pink

A pink star

Its delicate leaves are unfurled,

The fragile stem swaying

In the gentle breeze

They are pink stars,

Stars of spring.

Valentine's Special

photo by Kit Yoon

Valentine's Special

by Fro Macoon

I like a lot of things,

I love a whole lot of things.

Like

My mom typing

Her fingers fly across the keyboard

But I LOVE

the sound,

A tapping noise all at once

and

My rabbit,

I love my rabbit,

The way she hops up to me,

But I LOVE

The the way she sleeps,

With her white, furry stomach up to the cloudless sky

and

I like the moon,

How it shines down on my window,

But I LOVE

How it dapples my bed,

Washing it in liquid silver,

and

I like ice,

Ice on the street,

Filling the cracks with

Cold glass

But I LOVE

How it always deceives me

and

I like the ocean,

How it laps against the shore,

Constant push and pull

But I LOVE

The noise 

As I lie down to sleep.

I love a lot of things. 

Icy Point

photo by Kit Yoon

Icy Point

by Fro Macoon

Dripping,

It hangs from the 

roof 

in an

Icy point

ending with a sharp 

spike

with spiraled shards of 

ice

Formed together into 

an icicle.

Pine Needles

by Kit Yoon

Pine Needles

by Fro Macoon

They survive

Through the worst weather,

Snow weighing down their tiny needles,

Ice

Beading on their branches.

Green in the

World of white.

They thrive.

Buddha

photo by Kit Yoon

Buddha

by Fro Macoon

Hands clasped,

Eyes closed,

Peace radiates

From the statue

Legs crossed

Light smile

Buddha

Icy Branch

        photo by Momo

Icy Branch

by Fro Macoon

I look out

Of the foggy windowpane

A world of white

Lies ahead

A thick blanket,

Winter's scarf.

I step outside

My boots crunch against the icy layer,

I wade through the swamp of winter

To find

The tree,

Slick with sleet

Ice

Freezing rain.

I stare at the branch

Tiny

Simple

Covered with winter's icy breath

I only see its beauty.

Sand Dollar

photo by Kit Yoon

Sand Dollar

by Fro Macoon

Delicate, fragile,

Smoothed by the ocean's rolling,

Fringes on top placed carefully,

Every line,

Every curve,

Sand dollar.