The winter canopy of
the sky billows with
softly quilted clouds
patiently waiting to release
their gentle burden
of icy filigreed stars,
those fabled luminous
beauties, their delicate
filaments each a creation
of the divine will of
nature upon the still,
expectant landscape
muffled in the dark,
pearl grey of the heavily
overcast drama.
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