Quiet--
Then from still, grey skies
snow—I watched all day
flying, drifting, floating
settling on bare winter branches, cedar and spruce
green grass patches and spent brown fields.
My father caught frozen flakes
set them under a microscope.
Look! each a masterful design
All day--snow fall--
By evening, over the earth
one even plane—pure white cover
A blanket of tiny crystal stars
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