you are born

with one thing

in the mind of others

who can't conceive

who want to love you

a procreated vision

frozen, preserved.

Some will say

you're a remnant;

others know all too well,

remaining under lock and key

hope, ready to be dispersed

out into the world we call home.

in vitro from

an embryonic stage

delicate, not forgotten,

whether implanted

into the hope and joy

of one who waits

and wants to love,

your roots will grow

made from the image of God.

gentle symmetry

solidified droplets

dentritic forms

fractal frost patterns

fall, cascade softly

upon my window,

detailed portrait

created by hands of nature.

upon the ground,

freshly fallen,

cold whispers kiss quietly

vestigial element of tranquility

piques arousal of senses.

upon the trees,

descending snow

sleeves of white drape

the sign of winter's

barren branch

untouched for now.