It was a calm day in the cold,
silence interrupted only by birds,
and little to think of but coming snow,
which began as the sun dropped
to a smudge behind the clouds,
a falling circle of milky glow.
A few flakes flew and then showers,
the air filling with snow--
a world made new in white,
its hardened gray crust banished
under a covering of new light,
a flock of winter butterflies
tumbling down as the dark came on,
leaving ground aglow with stars.
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