Monarch In the Snow
AND in this morning ice-baked skies
that I be drawn to the glass-cold window
was a pleasant
-- albeit utter surprise, to see I did!
Across the way beyond the Oak
between the frost and misty cloak
the Monarch who flittered by!
The grand vision
Crystal snow
Drifting flakes
against noble color,
such a Butterfly!
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