Salt ice maple

Coldest night to be walking home

alone, late, tired.

Street is dark and I notice

perfect salt ghosts of maple leaves

scattered on the blacktop.

Glistening sugar. Glitter. Glass.

Mirror ice where the leaf once was.

They’re everywhere.

Perfect, unexpected beauty

when I stop to look.

Thank you.

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